Sunday, June 30, 2013

Letter #8, Detroit

Dear Rowan,                                        September 16     Detroit

Hello from Detroit! It is great out here on the road! I spent a week exploring St. Louis, then most of a week in Indianapolis, and now here I am in Detroit. I get to do what I want, when I want, and how I want. I go to coffee shops or Elmer's, or anywhere else that has free wifi and write. I had forgotten how much better I feel when I am writing. I feel like my life is finally going in the right direction. I am happier, and saner, and don't have the random sobbing breakdowns for no real reason whatsoever, like someone taking my favorite chair, or losing a pen or pencil I like, or for no reason at all just standing in the middle of a room and breaking down. And the feeling that there is no reason to do anything at all other than sit and stare at a wall or just go to bed because there is no point in being awake. I know they say that these are the symptoms of depression, and I am well aware of the fact that depression is something that is a constant companion and has been since I was very little. I even have the doctor's note to prove it (I don't really have a note, just a diagnosis. Although a note would be kinda neat, I think I would frame it. "Emily should not attend real life today, as she is depressed and should stay in bed with a mug of tea or hot chocolate and a good book, signed Her Doctor"). But writing helps me balance my brain, even when there is still a landslide of things to do. If I give myself time for writing, it really does seem to help me get everything else done, rather than take time away from my to-do list. Not that there is much on my to-do list these past few weeks other than "write." It is really great. I have to write, and read, and run, and live. And the occasional load of laundry of course, but I can read or write while laundry is running, so that hardly counts.
I have been writing mostly fiction, I have five books in various stages of incompleteness that I have started over the years, and they all need work to get them finished and polished. I also have a few short stories that have come up just in the past few weeks that I hope to get finished shortly and submitted to magazines or contests or something. There is also the travel writing to do, which is the "work" side of my writing, but even that is fun. I have been trying out the travel writing I do on people in whatever cafe or coffee shop I have stopped into to see if my descriptions work. It has been great, I get a wonderful range of opinions and it lets me really hone my language to tug just the right strings to make people really want to go and see the places I am describing. It would be really wonderful if I can build my writing up into an actual career, so I never have to go back into the real world of a nine to five punch-the-time-card job again.
When I get stuck in the middle of writing something, I have a few different knitting and crocheting projects going, and I just work on one of those while I think about where I want my writing to go next. If I get really, really stuck I have been going for runs, which means I have been getting in at least one run a day. It is really fun to be able to just get out onto the road and find new places all the time. Going from city to city, and spending a week or so in each place, I have the time to look up any major trails in town, but I am not there long enough to get bored running the same places all the time. Heck, I haven't had time to explore every trail system I have found, but that is ok. If I ever make it back around to these cities again I will still have places to explore.
Detroit is a rather melancholy place to explore though. I have heard that one third of the city is vacant, and wandering around neighborhoods here, I believe it. There are entire blocks of houses that are empty, some boarded up, some left open with their windows gone and doors falling off their hinges. Some of these houses are grand old stone or brick places, and I am sure they were really beautiful when they had people in them to care for them. Now they are still beautiful, but it is the sad beauty of something that was truly grand now so far gone that it is past reclaiming but not yet simply ugly. There are also still signs of the riots in 1967, a truly ugly moment in history that left ugly and lasting scars on the city. There are buildings that were abandoned or burned out and just left there, not reclaimed and not torn down. Just left neglected, like no one cared or could be bothered to do anything about those buildings. But wouldn't a park, or even just an empty filed be better than an abandoned burned out warehouse?
The whole town seems to be cheering on their sports teams. I have yet to meet one single person that wasn't a fan of at least one of Detroit's sports teams. It seems like these teams are all that is holding this town together, they buoy up everyone's spirits and convince them that there is still something good here, something to be proud of and stay here for. There are all the factories of course, but while people do seem to have pride in the cars they make, it is different than a uniting, happy rallying point that is for pleasure, rather than to earn a paycheck. And there are rival car companies here, so people don't seem quite as unified there are they are by sports. If someone here is a baseball fan, they have their team and that team is the same for every baseball fan in Detroit. And if someone is a basketball fan, they might think the baseball people are a little weird but they still support each other's fanaticism since they are both fans of Detroit teams. Overall though, this is not a place I would want to live in. It is too sad, too empty and abandoned. It feels like every gaping old house has ghosts in it, looking out of the window hollows and seeing other ghosts looking back from empty windows across the street. And walking though, I feel like all those ghosts are feeling sad for the living, as though just being in Detroit gives a person a little more mortality than they had before.
I am much more in the business of keeping myself happy now, even though there is something sadly sweet about these abandoned old places. I bought an 8 gig thumb drive and I have been busy loading it with every musical soundtrack I can get my hands on. My car has a USB port in the glove box, and the stereo will play whatever I put onto a thumb drive. I have also been putting on tons of Disney songs, and other happy makers. With 8 gigs, I am not too worried about filling it up, but if I do I will just get another one and have thumb drives for different sets of music, like mix CDs but huge. I have another thumb drive that I have been filling with audio books. It is rather amazing how many audio books there are out on the internet for free. There are always the audio books for sale at truck stops, but I find I much prefer classics to the pop and pulp fiction that is generally available there, and the books that do look interesting at truck stops are usually available online too. I guess I am just an old fashioned girl when it comes to my reading habits.
I suppose it is not really fair to go on about how wonderful my life has become these past few weeks while you are still waiting to find your perfect life. And my life is not perfect, and I know that the "romance of the road" will wear off before too long and I will want to have a place to go home to every day that is mine, instead of a room I am renting for a few days. But that point has not hit yet, and I am in no hurry to get there. It is such a grand change right now to have gone from a dead end in Arbuckle, then a dead end in Bend, then another dead end in Wichita, to a brand new bright and shiny world full of possibilities out here on the road. And I know that this bubble might pop too, just like the one I was in all the way to Wichita and through the first week or two at least. But right now I feel like I have a plan, I am living the life I want to live, and somehow I will make it work. Between the rent from Arbuckle and the travel writing, I think my finances will be ok through this Grand Tour of mine, and hopefully will actually get better after I get a good reputation and a nice set of clippings and examples from the travel writing so I get more assignments. Right now, I really think that this crazy writing-for-a-living thing is actually going to work!
I plan on staying in Detroit for a few days, then meandering up across the top of the country until I can cut over to Boston. There is really no rush though, since I want to be in Salem, Mass. for Halloween and would rather not have to backtrack to get there. I might wander up to Maine before I go to Boston, depending on the weather. I know that I will be driving in snow a good portion of the winter since I will be on the East Coast, but that does not mean I am eager to get into icy driving conditions just yet. But from what I can tell, everything is still clear sailing (or driving) for now, so I have the whole country open to be explored! I will write again from my next fabulous and fun destination!

Your friend,
Emily

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