I headed out on my bike this morning.
The question in my head: where should I focus my energy? So much writing inspiration, so little time.
I love my morning rides.
I also love the manuscript I’ve been writing for 9 years. Well, some days I hate it. It’s like the line from Crazy, Stupid Love where Steve Carell’s character says, “I have loved her even when I hated her… only married couples’ll understand that one…”
Well, only writers will understand the complicated relationships we have with our writing.
Back to the bike.
Within minutes of my home, I see a dead hare on the road. First one this year.
I carry on.
Up the hill and around the ridge.
A single deer darts through the grass, racing in the opposite direction.
Still, I ride.
Turning onto the path for home, I see a different path I’ve wanted to explore and I take it.
Only to be whapped in the mouth by a sizeable dragonfly.
I’ll head home.
But I’m taking the ridge path with a view.
Thwap. Right in the cheek by a bee.
I peeled off the path and onto the main road, pedalling hard.
Nine years is enough. This is the year I finish. This is the year I publish.
And all of Nature is here to support me. Even if I don’t like her tactics.
Write first. Bike later.
Well played, Mother Nature.