Yes, I'm back on my BLOG and want to thank my sixteen loyal followers for not deserting me. I'm really gonna get the hang of blogging this time around. That is when I'm not working on the first draft of my new manuscript, a contemporary novel entitled MELISSA. For my blog content, besides continuing my articles on self-publishing and the writing life, I'm going to write about my life in La Drôme and am starting with the lesson I learned pedaling my bike today. I have promised myself to ride a bicycle on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sunday mornings and BLOG on the same days. It takes around 10 minutes to pedal on a one-lane road to the boulangerie, 2 minutes to buy the local newspaper, Le Dauphiné, and a still-warm-from-the-oven baguette, then 30 minutes to return home. Why the difference? Because I live in a canyon and it is downhill going and uphill coming back.
This morning as I was pedaling up one of the many steep hills, I found it almost impossible to continue and I consider myself in good shape - elliptical three times a week in my Manhattan gym plus up and down subway stairs daily. I remembered my daughter Amie, who is a physical trainer, telling me that I must "Push!" myself. So I did. I stood up off my bike seat and pushed as hard as I could. But I hardly moved. And then 'I got it!'. I had accidentally down shifted into first gear. Once I realized my error and shifted into fifth, I moved forward. It takes a while to get the hang of riding a bike again.
My ride today reminded me so much of my writing life that I thought I'd share it with you: It's thrilling to go downhill with the wind in your face and not a care, but it takes great effort to climb back up the hill later. There are days when words come easy and it's lots of fun but there are those uphill days when no words show up on the blank page. I just have to stay with it, knowing that if I practice writing everyday I'll push myself through those uphill days and finish my new manuscript by the end of the summer.
I'd like to share also that while I'm riding my bike past fields of just-harvested hay and fields of brilliant orange poppies and purple lavender (I'll take a picture on Thursday so you can see too) I am writing a thousand explosive words in my head. That is the impetus to hurry home and write them down before I forget!
That's it for now as Melissa's story is waiting to enfold and I have to write a chapter before I can give myself permission to take an early evening walk.