Day 7, 11,985 Words, End of Week 1!!

I can't believe we're already at the end of Week One. Things get tough in Week Two as I recall. I'm kind of hoping that since we all had such a hard time off the hop that Week Two will be a breeze. Today went fairly well, I wrote in bits and pieces all day, and again, found inspiration in writing about familiar EsNoWriMo people and places. Here is an excerpt describing MY Jackie's Place in 2010.

"Since her apartment and Tim’s were out, they decided to go to the local watering hole, Jackie’s Place. It was located approximately equidistant between Tim’s and her apartment, so the three of them had, in the short period of time they have lived in Toronto, formed a habit of meeting there. Jackie’s Place was a small pub type establishment, run by the proprietor, Jack “Jackie” Connolly, a short, intense man with a shock of thinning blond hair and intense blue eyes. He bartended and waited on the few tables that were scattered around on a narrow hardwood floor. He could be a bit frightening at times, for example if a car backfired outside, he might inexplicably remove his sock and start urinating on it, or, at times, he rolled through the kitchen doors, with plates of food balanced in his hands, which, though impressive, was somewhat disconcerting. Despite or perhaps because of these quirks, he was a decent guy and nobody caused any trouble in Jackie’s Place.
What made Jackie’s Place the best was not its location (though strategic), its proprietor (though possessed of a salty charm), or its patrons (mainly strangely overdressed young men with crew cuts and bulges at the shoulders of their suit jackets, with names like Heintzman and Torres). It was the music. Jackie’s Place always had the best music. Perhaps Maggie was slightly biased in this assessment; Sean’s band had performed there a number of times.
When Tim and Maggie entered the bar, it was relatively quiet there, but the promise of the best music in town, and oddly, a promise posted in the window ‘This Ain’t the Hilton’ were not to be broken, not this night. Maggie was impressed to see that an Aerosmith cover band was setting up on the small stage at the back of the bar. She also noted that Jackie’s Place was indeed, not the Hilton."