Sunday, March 12, 2006 | by nathan

Red Cup

I may have found a new favorite place in Oklahoma City. I have written it up in my paper, I drive by it almost every day on my way to work, I knew it was here, I knew it was cool, and yet I have never been here, until today: Red Cup Coffeehouse. It sounds, at worst, pretentious and bohemian of me, and at best like I am channeling J.K. Rowling, coming to coffeehouses to write novels. But here I am, and this place effing rocks. It’s right off of Classen, nestled behind a dentist’s office and a 7-11. Occasionally there is live music, and there are always artsy types, which I believe - erroneously - makes me artistic by adjacency.

Anyway. Just wanted to give a quick shout-out to my new hangout (for Spring Break, anyway). Went to church with Brian this morning, which was great as always, although I get a little edgy when Dr. Meyers gets the full hate-on for fundamentalist Christianity, partially because while he is able to use his anger in a constructive and reconciling way, so far, I am not, and I am afraid that I will try to really go with what he is saying and end up in the Bad Place instead in my thinking.

So in church I decided that I am going to spend the next week or two thinking and planning about whether I can spend this summer making a living just writing. I can freelance for the Gazette, and for the two new gay rags opening up to replace the Gayly Oklahoman, which was retired recently after over two decades. This means that I must try in the next two weeks to sell some work somewhere and see if I can reasonably expect to pay the bills in this way. It is something I have always dreamed of doing, and with my assistantship getting renewed, it is the perfect time to give it a shot, at least for a few months. 

Also, Carmela at Upward Bound said she would like to have me teach a journalism class or some writing stuff to the UB students in their summer program, and I need to get in touch with her about that. I really did love those kids last summer; I just want to have a whoooole lot more free time this summer than I did last. I could not deal with another summer spent working seven days a week - no, no no no nononononononononono.

Okay, novel time. Happy Sunday, y’all.