Still, what was it with being transported in this community, on a train ride forgetting the troubles of life, a moving picture of the troubles of others outside, through hard windows that did not open.
Transportation was a defining feature of this community. People simply loved being transported. This was not a community of destinations and waypoints. One wouldn't know where to begin. The transportation took care of that too.
Anyway, it was odd. That our proprietor fell into a discipline like transportation. It wasn't regrettable and soon he saw benefits to his writing, simply in ways like expanded vocabulary, richness of thought, subject matter expertise... he wondered what else he had studied and what would be appropriate for his latest.
He studied artificial intelligence but not deeply. The idea was that writers need something to write about, and he found that it certainly wasn't true. Writers can achieve great success writing about nothing in particular, only capturing a mood or essence that catches the reader in a basket and leaves them there on a picnic for a while.
No, he didn't need to write about anything. His studies were useful but not today. His latest work took him in a new direction, like a travel piece or a blog on instant gratification philosophy. His mind was going in many directions.
It was good to write about his surroundings, unique as they were. You can see he wanted to build the emotional ride, and perhaps his study of transportation brought him there, to that course of action. What exactly would his latest work concern? For he had written works before: the poem we have mentioned, and other scraps of work to prepare.
How the writers' club worked: you just gave them what you had. Somehow they'd find a job for your writing to do, cut you a check of the proceeds and be done with it simply. They really had made their writing a lucrative business. Our writer came in with mere scraps! and found himself some compensation for it. They were masterful, at the writing club, at making this happen.
Our proprietor thought it was model work for a club in the city, any club would want to imitate it. They had a team of relational professionals who knew how to connect written work with profitable enterprise, and the team was well-organized. Our proprietor certainly didn't show up for social events and refreshments, because it was a club and they had those too.
Most of our writer's scraps were fictive, some were reality-based.
Wow, after this flight of fancy, our proprietor with all his studies had a heightened state of dizziness. He really needed a new direction, and that was the best part. It was shaping up nicely.

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It pays to write
Short StoryMy efforts at resuming creative writing as a serious hobby. The book is still under edits but published for reader engagement.