I've suffered writer's block like crazy lately, and found a new trick for getting over it.

Writing about people I see.

Today, I see a boy. He is probably 20. Maybe a little younger even. He is out of his pre-teens and not quite into his 20s. And he is working with his hands typing faster than lightening. He doesn't look up at his screen. He is fixed completely on his hands. I wonder if he is focusing so much on his hands because his mind is going a million miles per hour too. Nothing seems to phase him. There is noise. Children laughing to the left. A baby crying in front of him. A couple (old, but seemingly in love) talking near by too. Nothing makes him look up. Nothing makes him move. There is no music coming from his computer. I wonder if he's angry or confused or sad or bitter. He just looks determined. Determined to capture so perfectly everything that he doesn't want to look away. Maybe this same determination to type will overflow into his dreams. Maybe he will get to the point where he is so focused on his dreams, like he is hands, that he will not be bothered by the things around him. Maybe this moment he's in, this moment I'm intriqued by, is a good life lesson. A lesson of not letting something to the right or the left distract you from what you're supposed to be doing. Maybe some day I will read what he's writing and I'll see his face on the back cover of a book and I'll remember.