#10 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

riding uphilGet Going!  Marcel Proust called it exercising the authority of his inner self. I woke up this morning knowing it's Tuesday and I've committed to riding my bike though I'm really not into it. This early in the morning I'd rather be in bed reading.  But once on my bike, I take off down the hill and immediately start feeling really good.  And now I'm on my way home with the results of my work; a baguette, a good workout, and several new ideas I want to put to paper.

I realize I do the same with my writing. I go to work at my desk saying I have to do it as if it is a terrible chore. When actually once I get going it is the most fun thing in my life.

#9 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

sheepwith bellYou might be wondering why I'm photographing sheep for my lesson on gear shifting.  Well for one they're cute and might draw your attention and, more significant, they are a metaphor for those who hardly ever shift gears. Sheep prefer to move very slowly and eat and then be eaten.  The other half of the lesson is for those of us who are gear-shifters. My brother, Greg, a pro-biker once said to me, "If your bike has gears, it's easy to ride uphill."

Though there are five gears on my bike, I still hadn't figured out how to make it "easy."  Today huffing and puffing on my uphill climb I breathlessly said, "I can't do this. I'm going to get off and walk."

But then I shifted gears in my head and said, "Wow! look what I can do. I'm climbing a hill. The little engine can do it." And I made it to the top feeling breathlessly wonderful.

There's still a lot to learn about gear shifting that can't be covered in one lesson.

#8 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

stormyDidn't want to bike in the rain. Made excuses. Said it was pouring though it was only drizzling. But here I am. Glad I came, though now it really is pouring. Lesson for today: Do it! Do it! Do it! Practice! Practice! Practice! It's okay. Ride is easier every time. If I took a break, missed a ride, it would only slow me down, put a stop to what's important.

And that gets us to why I'm really here on this hilltop in a rain and windstorm; it is to write my new novel "Melissa," which by the way is going great! Near the end of the first draft but I have to do it every day. Just something. Anything. Just a thought. I try to do a minimum of a 1,000 words a day.

So that 's it. That's it for today. Got to go fill that blank page. Happy Sunday. Love to you all.

Photo Caption: Yes, it even rains in paradise

#7 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

Come fly with me ! ! ! "The more you let yourself be distracted from where you are going, the more you are the person that you are. It's not so much like getting lost as it is like getting found." William Stafford, poet (1914-1993)

This is a very important lesson for me. When I ride my bike, I get so focused on where I'm going, which is usually up or down a hill, that I forget the joy of distraction. Today I stopped on a hilltop and allowed myself to be distracted. And in that moment I found myself drifting with the clouds and it was grand.

#5 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

goat quote"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body but rather to skid in sideways thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "What a ride!" Today's lesson was difficult! I just couldn't find the energy to pedal up the final hill and had to stop. Looking down on the goats who felt as enthusiastic as I did reminded me of this anonymous quote I use to get going.

I got back on my bike and pedaled hard and when I reached the top of the hill, I loudly proclaimed, "What a ride!"

#4 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

would you like to live here self-portraitIf you want to reach the top of a hill on a bike, you must have a goal in mind.  Upon awaking this morning, I realized that I had no reason to go to la boulangerie to get a baguette as we were having lunch with friends at midday.  Oops.  Now what am I going to do?  I asked myself, lying there in my peaceful bed.  Croissants quickly came to mind.  That's it.  We'll have croissants for breakfast with strawberries.  And being quite interested in the DSK (Dominique Strauss-Kahn) affair, because I really want to see this guy go down, I will also bring home Le Dauphiné to read the latest on the scandal that daily enfolds like a soap opera here and in the USA.  So with two worthwhile goals in mind I took off on my two-wheeler. *When I traveled with my globe-trotter father (known to many of you as James A.) he would often pull over at a glorious location and say to me, "Would you like to live here?"  So this is to you, Dad.

#3 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

La Boulangerie at 7:30 a.m. At 6.45 a.m. I was snuggled in bed reading "Hunters and Gatherers" (great summer read) and I didn't want to take a bike ride. It was sixty degrees outside and that meant it'd be cold on my ride until the sun came over the canyon wall. And then I remembered it was Sunday. On Sunday I reward myself at the boulangerie with pain de chocolat, tarte framboise (rasberry), and croissants along with the baguette.

Spring water

After a slow start, I whizzed down the canyon, as if it was a ski slope, relieved each time I drove through a sun-patch. On my return, the phrase "one step at a time" came to mind though this was one pedal at a time. I found that it helped if I looked down at just what was in front of me, the pebbled road, and shaded my eyes with my cap so as not to look ahead at the steep incline, a vision that filled me with discouraging words.

One Step at a Time

So today's bike lesson was that when you have something that you really want to do, actually love to do, but it's really hard (most things you want to do are hard!) - to reach your ambition you take one step, and then another, stay in the present, and don't look too far ahead.

#2 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

Okay here are the photos I promised from this morning's bike ride. Lavender Fields Forever

En Route

Poppy Fields in Bloom

Unfortunately while I was working on uploading the photos from my iPhone to my iPhoto I had a technical breakdown - my internal keyboard froze, in other words non-communicative. Now I'm up and running again or should I say up and writing again but three hours later!

What I had started to write before my keyboard froze! was that today's bike ride was much improved because I'd gotten the tech part down. No more shifting into first gear to go uphill. And once that was resolved I became more present, less uptight, and could really take pleasure in my extraordinary surroundings.

Today's lesson is two-fold. Tech problems are unpredictable. One just has to take a deep breath and through trial and error fix the problem. Oh and another thing is not to be afraid of asking questions to those who know more than I do. So . . . whenever I have a technical problem with my computer I Google for help. My brother Greg taught me that.

#1 Bike Lesson in Provence-Alpes

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.