I went outside today. No shit. I walked down to the apartment building’s pool and read a book. This is the crazy mo-fo I am, I took off my shoes and let my feet soak in the cool water. I read for about an hour and a half before I got really sore from sitting on concrete.
The sad thing is, it took me thirty minutes of stalling to go to the pool. I imagined hordes of kids, wives sitting around thinking I’m there to gawk at them or worse, buff men who will sneer at my pudgy body. The pool of course was empty. I was almost dissappointed that there was no one there to conquer my fears over. Later the most muscular tanned guy in the world did come by but I wasn’t scared of him. If anything, I pitied his awesome tan and body. Looks like a lot of work.
I came back and started writing. I don’t know if it was the sunlight, or the fear or what, but I was able to sit down and crank out two stuttering pages. Woot me!