Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Today's muse: Daily Writing Practice
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Staring at the blue prints, I try to imagine his vision.
“It’s too boxy here,” he says, with a vague wave. “This all needs to come out.” He swishes his hand in a sweeping motion, as though this small gesture will magically fix everything.
I nod. He’s probably right, though I don’t think it’s possible. Isn’t some of that structural?
“And here,” he taps the paper. “We could add something here, just for aesthetics.” He makes a few marks with his pen. “See?”
“I just don’t know,” I say, not sure I want to commit to such an extensive overhaul.
I squint, trying to visualize what he’s trying to tell me.
“Is this all really necessary?” I don’t want to offend him. After all, he is the professional in this scenario.
He raises an eyebrow as if to say, Of course it is.
I back off, raise a hand to signal a truce.
“When I’m done,” he assures me, “you will wonder how you lived with it before.” He sees my hesitation. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”
I sigh. “Alright.”
And shake hands with my plastic surgeon.