Toys, new, Chaz for the playing with
Apr. 17th, 2015 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI had forsworn and quite forgone riding my bike to the library of a morning, purely because a two-mile walk gives me space and time to think, where a two-mile bike ride calls for concentration (did you know they drive on the wrong side of the road here? still? despite my having pointed it out several times?). Ever since we had dogs, back in my teenage living-at-home times (they were my sisters' dogs, and it was somehow always my task to walk them), my whole writing process has been predicated on lots of walking; when I tried library-biking, I lost the thread of my work almost entirely.
That being said: yes, of course I biked to the library this morning. I know where I am, in each of the stories I'm working on; what I need above all is to find where I am with this bike, and what I need. I now have an injury and everything (I may have skinned my Achilles tendon, with a particularly awkward dismount. Still not quite used to how high the saddle is. I love this bike, but it is the Great Green Beast $666 of Elevation).
And now I have to bike to the bike shop, to talk about accessories...
That being said: yes, of course I biked to the library this morning. I know where I am, in each of the stories I'm working on; what I need above all is to find where I am with this bike, and what I need. I now have an injury and everything (I may have skinned my Achilles tendon, with a particularly awkward dismount. Still not quite used to how high the saddle is. I love this bike, but it is the Great Green Beast $666 of Elevation).
And now I have to bike to the bike shop, to talk about accessories...