Pardon a little more NYC rantage:

   I know now why so many great American authors come from New York City. This place bursts at the seams with excess imagination or inspiration, whatever you want to call it. As we preambled through central park yesterday, I frequently found myself stealing quick sessions with my writers notepad.
   “the quintessential thing to do in in NYC” my older brother explained seriously, “is to walk into central park starving, sit on one of these big rocks in ragged but fashionable clothing, and write a classic play.”
  “ooh, that sound fun. But why do you have to be starving?”
 ” I don’t know, I suppose it is more romantic. Better on the imagination.”
  This is why I am so glad my big brother is home for break. Who else could pull off explaining the depths of the economic and commerce systems of the world to my nine year old brother whilst exploring FAO Swartz (the most famous toy store in the world)? He has a gift for making any topic appealing to any age. But I digress…
   From the sweet inscriptions on park benches, to the morose and talented street musicians, and everywhere in between- I think I’m going to have to write about fifteen short stories when I get home. Or maybe just a novel. Inspiration hits me at every new corner. This place is overflowing with intriguing scenes, world class buildings, unique adventures, and the most interesting of people.
   Take the subway for example. I could probably sit on the subway all day long, zooming underground from one end of the island to the other. At each stop people exchange themselves, getting off and getting on. Each with such unique and interesting stories, all coming together for one split moment as their disparate destinies land them on the same train. Some are plugged into iPhones and digital readers making them more difficult to read. Others talk and socialize amongst themselves. Then they get off, arriving at their next destination. Between the breakdancers looking for some quick dough to the young girl’s meeting an old friend by chance: there is never a dull moment in a subway.
  I think I know the best solution for any major case of writers block: come to the city!

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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