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One of the things I love most about writing is the concept of laying my eyes on a familiar (to me) place, person or concept in a new way. But this week, I’m setting my old eyes on a new place or I’m setting my new eyes on an old place – depends how you look at it.
I’m in NYC, mostly Brooklyn. It’s by no means a new place to most people, but it is to me. And I find myself wanting to write about everything: the way the schools seem to sprout from the sidewalks – nestled between store fronts; the brownstones that look like they hold the most interesting people in the world; the way the drivers honk madly when your cab pulls over to let you out – even when they can easily get around you and be on their way; all of the people – every size, language, color, emotion, pace, relationship.
The newness is acting like a direct energy line to my brain, the creative part and the excited part. Besides wanting to write, this place makes me want to thrive, to move – fast. It’s an unexpected fount of inspiration – this melange of old and new, new and old. It makes me feel connected to the upward motion of our communities.
Where did your last unexpected inspiration flow come from?