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I have a bike! (A third-hand, slightly dishevelled, bright red FREE BIKE!) The level of excitement I feel is entirely related to how much I'm looking for a distraction (LOTS! SO EXCITED!) but seriously, folks: bike go fast! I rode it for about 30 seconds when I picked it up, and, yes: bike > walking. I have few rational feelings re: BIKE.
The eventual plan is to ride to campus (...ha, right) but first I need to be less terrified of riding on the road. It's been a long time since my last bike, but at least I didn't fall over. I got the bike through a series of unexpected conversations, so I haven't had time to learn anything about bikes. That means I haven't had time to overthink bikes and disappear into months of decision-making 'research'. It's just: BIKE, now! HELLO BIKE.
I want to decorate it. I want to get, like, Halloween garlands and wrap my bike in bats. Or something. Glitter, maybe? BIKE.
In other news...
I still haven't finished my chapter, but I broke for lunch today after cracking 15K in the new version. I might squeeze another 1700 wantonly cut-and-pasted words from the Broken Draft, but today's goal is to do a "here's the old theory, here's someone else's example; here's a refutation of the theory, here's my example" so that eventually I can get from unhelpful 70s psychoanalysis* to killer robots, via Wonder Woman.** I've got 700 more words to make it to 1000 for today, but if I get the
*Saying it's 'unhelpful' is redundant; the challenge is not being too bitter/snarky in my analysis.
**...I'm having some difficulty getting from Wonder Woman to killer robots, I admit.
The next step is doing textual analysis. It's the most fun part, but for this chapter and the first chapter, I've left it to the very end (SIGH).
Tomorrow I'm getting up before the crack of dawn to go to Ireland to watch friends get married, so I'll pack my portable keyboard and a printed draft and pretend I'll do some work. And bring loads of paperclips to keep my pages in order in case there's a breeze on the beach...
The eventual plan is to ride to campus (...ha, right) but first I need to be less terrified of riding on the road. It's been a long time since my last bike, but at least I didn't fall over. I got the bike through a series of unexpected conversations, so I haven't had time to learn anything about bikes. That means I haven't had time to overthink bikes and disappear into months of decision-making 'research'. It's just: BIKE, now! HELLO BIKE.
I want to decorate it. I want to get, like, Halloween garlands and wrap my bike in bats. Or something. Glitter, maybe? BIKE.
In other news...
I still haven't finished my chapter, but I broke for lunch today after cracking 15K in the new version. I might squeeze another 1700 wantonly cut-and-pasted words from the Broken Draft, but today's goal is to do a "here's the old theory, here's someone else's example; here's a refutation of the theory, here's my example" so that eventually I can get from unhelpful 70s psychoanalysis* to killer robots, via Wonder Woman.** I've got 700 more words to make it to 1000 for today, but if I get the
*Saying it's 'unhelpful' is redundant; the challenge is not being too bitter/snarky in my analysis.
**...I'm having some difficulty getting from Wonder Woman to killer robots, I admit.
The next step is doing textual analysis. It's the most fun part, but for this chapter and the first chapter, I've left it to the very end (SIGH).
Tomorrow I'm getting up before the crack of dawn to go to Ireland to watch friends get married, so I'll pack my portable keyboard and a printed draft and pretend I'll do some work. And bring loads of paperclips to keep my pages in order in case there's a breeze on the beach...
