little thoughts [open]

Aaron hadn't made much process in his work. Granted, he had spent the entire time locked in his motel room, staring at nondescript walls and hoping for inspiration to magically jump from there to his mind. But that wasn't working, and so he tentatively ventured outside, blinking at the bright light from the sun he hadn't seen in weeks. No one really paid him any mind as they went about their daily routine, which he was thankful for, because the last thing he felt like doing at this moment was entertaining a fan and put his public face up. Of course, he supposed the only people who would really recognize him were those his age, since he doubted Disney was popular with older folks.

At least, he hoped.

Once he left his room he knew where he would go. The little park in the middle of the town, called that because no one could remember the official name (or maybe it's real name was Little Park?). In any case, it was nearly empty at this time of morning, the only ones around a few joggers and an elderly couple out for a walk. He wandered around for a bit, looking for memories he might have of his place, and only coming up with a few vague ones. It was enough to comfort him though, to let him know this place was a good place to do this, and so the next bench he came across he parked himself at. He kept his notebook and pen in his pocket, not wanting them to ruin whatever inspiration thing that would be happening, staring into the distance and kind of wishing he'd brought a heavier jacket.