My Airbnb place wasn’t ready so I headed downtown. It was almost time for lunch so I grabbed a spot at the Beirgarten, which is a cleverly disguised name (German for beer garden). I had no idea what sort of joint it was but they seemed to have a lot of women in dirndls and men in lederhosen. (www.biergartenriverwalk.com)
It should be noted that I’m adding lederhosen to my list of funny words. It’s right up there with pantaloons, monkey, and the phrase “a finely aged gouda”.
What attracted me to the Biergarten on the Riverwalk, you ask? Was it the really nice looking waitresses?
No, not at all.
The preceding was an example of the writing technique called the unreliable narrator, a term coined by Wayne C. Booth in The Rhetoric of Fiction, 1961. (This is not just a blog, it’s a learning experience!)
If I were being honest, which it unlikely, I would say that I was drawn in by the television showing The Masters. Yes, I like to watch golf. (Again, lying. I love watching golf!)
There is something about writing in public that helps my focus. I sat down, ordered a chicken sandwich on a pretzel bun, and got out my iPad. The words leapt onto the page without putting up so much as an inkling of struggle.
I think it’s the necessity to tune out the distractions that aids my focus. I’m even able to tune out the nice looking waitresses that had no bearing on my choice of lunch venues.
When my waitress Laura brought my lunch, I had already managed about 500 words on Beautiful Gears. It wasn’t that it took them a long time to make it, either. I was on fire.
While I ate, I put away Beautiful Gears and did some work on the blog post for Day 3. I would love to get the posts up at the end of each day, but I’ve decided I’ll tell a better tale of my adventures if I give it a little time.
Jordan Spieth got a birdie on eight and then a bogie on nine. He had an up and down front nine.
Me, I ordered another soda and got back to writing.
The Vagabond Novelist gives Beirgarten a 33 out of 37.
While I was cruising along weaving my tale, I got a text message that my Airbnb room was now ready. There didn’t seem any reason to hurry, so I wrote until a good stopping point was reached.
I have no idea how Lewis and Clark got around without Google maps. I can only assume that Sacagawea was a beta tester for Apple’s first iPhone. I love having a little voice in my ear telling me when to turn and how far it is to my next maneuver. I’m a high-tech Vagabond Novelist.
My technology got me to my two-day home. The room was clean; there was a tiny desk, and best of all, no television.
I set up my workspace and settled in for the rest of the day.