Began work on the collaborative screenplay, and very glad I started writing again. The last three weeks I shorted myself writing time, driving my creative efforts into either work or socializing, cutting back to such degree that I became one of those people I avoid: frustrated, tense and irritable. For good measure, I slept infrequently.
Anyway, back on the wagon and excited to see where it takes me.
Month: July 2007
Another vacation
When it rains, it pours. I’m off for a few days on walkabout. Will return on Tuesday the 24th with pictures and tales.
And remember, tis better not to be robbed by a gang of 9 year old thugs.
Roll on throttle
After 20 hours of intensive instruction and hands on training exercises, I passed the motorcycle road test. Riding a motorcycle is even more fun than I expected. There was a lot to learn, and I have a lot more still to learn before becoming a novice rider. It will take time before I feel proficient.
Now that I know more about the physics of motorcycles, I have reversed my stance on toting passengers. Before the course, I had hoped that after a year of real riding I might take a passenger on a short ride. OK, that someone would be a cute girl. After talking with four instructors with collectively fifty years of experience and only one accident among them, though, the choice is clear: Avoid taking passengers on a motorcycle, unless they have training to be one.
Extra weight on board can drastically affect the balance of the bike. Oh, that passenger may be gorgeous, but if they lean the wrong way, or at a bad spot, it’s possible the bike goes toppling. A sweet nothing whispered in the rider’s ear might just be the last thing either of them hear.
And that means no more riding.
All good
This weekend is earmarked for the Basic Safety Rider’s Course. Upon completion, I will be licensed to ride Bonnie anywhere I like. I predict this will happen often, as I have no shame. Oh yeah, this is Bonnie:
In case the week couldn’t end on a stronger crescendo, a handwritten note requesting The Last Track arrived via post on Thursday. Besides the personal touch, it marked another first because they asked for an author bio and my short term writing goals. Never has anyone asked me that, and it felt pretty good, though it also meant writing something coherent quickly and on demand. I opted for humor over pomp.
Even more interesting, while the agent publicly and explicitly discourages electronic solicitations, they asked for me to send all materials to them via email.
Another step closer, I march.