Only another writer would understand
After starting off the day with a few hours of work for the corporate overlords, I then ignored the threatening clouds and went for a ride. About halfway through the route, I heard that grinding sound that accompanies a bad shift when you've failed to properly gear down before a long climb. I looked around, startled to realize that yes, I was indeed starting the climb up Reynolds Road, and not only that, but I had been in my highest gear and thus had killed all my momentum.
I was surprised not by my ineptness but because for the last couple of miles I hadn't been on my bike, I'd been in a fantasy kingdom, contemplating the intricacies of dynastic politics. So lost had I been in my own invented world it was a shock to find myself back in this one.
Shaking off my surprise, I managed to gear down without undue stress on the chain and make it up the hill. I then kept one eye on the road while the rest of me returned back to the story world until I'd plotted out an appropriate solution to my character's current dilemma. It's the kind of thing only another writer would get--our stories not only have the ability to transport our readers to other places, sometimes they even transport us. Though preferably not when we're operating motor vehicles.
Came home, cleaned up, and it's time to see if I can get that solution written before break time is over. For most of the country this is a long weekend, but for those who work in finance (or support the databases that finance uses) this is second quarter close, so I'll be working or on call all weekend.
I was surprised not by my ineptness but because for the last couple of miles I hadn't been on my bike, I'd been in a fantasy kingdom, contemplating the intricacies of dynastic politics. So lost had I been in my own invented world it was a shock to find myself back in this one.
Shaking off my surprise, I managed to gear down without undue stress on the chain and make it up the hill. I then kept one eye on the road while the rest of me returned back to the story world until I'd plotted out an appropriate solution to my character's current dilemma. It's the kind of thing only another writer would get--our stories not only have the ability to transport our readers to other places, sometimes they even transport us. Though preferably not when we're operating motor vehicles.
Came home, cleaned up, and it's time to see if I can get that solution written before break time is over. For most of the country this is a long weekend, but for those who work in finance (or support the databases that finance uses) this is second quarter close, so I'll be working or on call all weekend.
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The store clerk merely blinked and repeated the question.
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If I'd been on the bike, I'd probably have been doing something more like what's in your icon. Because when I go to writing land in my head when operating even light machinery . . . people ought to watch out. Sigh.
Yay for untangling the plot knot!
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Of course if you're on a long uphill climb there is no stopping, so I find myself chanting the relevant phrases over and over again, to fix them into my memory until I get an opportunity to write them down.
Then again, my other biking habit is to sing sea chanteys when I'm tired so really the writing brain only qualifies as a minor quirk.
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This is not the first time it's happened, either :P
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One of my friends e-mailed me about halfway through my beta draft to tell me she'd been reading it in Departures and had almost missed her plane. Of course, she's known me since we were six, so she may have been exaggerating...
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Have a Happy Fourth!
Dave
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Happy 4th!
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Thankfully the weather here is bitterly cold at present; 100kph in winter wind does a good job of shutting down the parts of my mind prone to meandering away from the real world (however much I do really want to depart for warmer pastures at the time!).
It does have its benefits though; I like to walk some places so I'm not entirely reliant on my bike and crossing the paddocks into town is fantastic for my brainstorming :D I don't know if it's just me, but I seem to straighten most of the kinks and plot ideas out while wandering around outside.
Though I once found myself having to sit down in the middle of the grass one day to quickly sketch a story idea that wanted out desperately XD
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