Take a train ride into Manhattan in New York City and you’ll come across a barrage of the wild, weird, and unusual. Depending on the time and day you could be dealing with sleepy headed commuters or drunks on the verge of puking their guts out. Never a dull moment. From the ‘no pants subway ride’ to our wild array of parades this city celebrates the divine, the bizarre, and the strange.
You can’t shock a New Yorker. The other day on the D train, a homeless man stunk up a packed train car. I’ll spare you the details but it smelled like he bathed in urine, put on urine cologne, and then dabbed on urine scented deodorant. Everyone held their noses and prayed he’d exit at the next stop. I joined them but I also laughed. What a beautiful weird city I live in. You can’t make this shit up. I am disgusted and inspired.
My own take on these situations, that weird love/fascination/disgust inspires me in my writing. I fall in love with characters who take joy in the world around them, no matter how strange or bizarre. The unknown fascinates them. They love their world and so do I.
Thursday’s Children is a weekly blog hop where writers come together to talk about what inspires them. I’m participating today and you can too.
A link to other Thursday’s Children writers is at the end of the post.
Thanks to Rhiann Wynn Nolet for orchestrating this affair.
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