The wonders of technology are not only for those with a technical mind.
A ticklish mind is all that’s required.
The obsessive nature is optional.
“Here, type in some of those bicycle definitions you were telling me about”.
I did it.
He typed a little more, then flipped it my way again.
“Now, can you write a bit about…anything”
Was that a request or an order? Either way, do I need to be asked twice?
Writin’ and ridin’ are damn near all I do.
Eatin’ and sleepin’… so I can ride and write about more stuff.
I wrote a mini-tale about the Only Race I Do Anymore (Single Speed World Championship) and ever will do until lured to an adventure race.
Then he gave a quick tour of my shiny new blogsite to show me how it all hung together, and how easy it was to operate.
–A mysterious black background that pulls the (inquisitive) reader in.
–This template, a couple of of swirly abstract color rectangles set into the blackness, is named “Chaotic Soul”.
I was amused, like I’d disclosed something about me by picking THAT pattern over all the other possibilities.
Damn, my soul’s not THAT chaotic, or it doesn’t seem like it from inside here, anyway.
Everything I write makes sense.
Then some more tapping came from across the table, and an image from the Edinburgh cycle tour we’d just gotten back from appeared, seen through the slots of an ancient helmet opening onto the world.
The Forth of Firth’s smooth sand.
A miniature wave riffling shoreward, where a pair of small wheeled Moulton bikes lean into each other, and a damp wombat pulls on her socks.
And then out poured “Beached”.
Since then, about a hundred (!) ‘tales’ of varying degrees of readability have been stored there….
I got a long-distance tutorial in “flickr” (still in kindergarten on that one).
But it’s all the crucial ingredients for story telling, connection-welding:
So I hunt and gather a few links, type a journal, then hit “publish”. Voila! CK you were right…
I’m in a new element.
I miss riding my bike….seems like the same synapses that were so soothed by cycling are fooled by the ‘you’ve got mail’ message!
Will report anon.
In the meantime, since that day I have: written a few local paid pieces I would NOT have found (thank YOU BIKE BIZ, ChDOT, of course) and I get to read my friend Cynthia Carbone Ward and her writin’ daughter Miranda‘s blogs (I had only HEARD of ‘blogs’ before this…and as some of you know, I had a “Glob” (reverse blog, which was mailed TO the recipient…I was a step ahead of RSS feed, I know it. After all, who has time to go HUNT for someone’s musings? They’re at WORK!
BUT…if it flops on the digital doorstep…well that’s an entirely different story…
There is always the thought that JP might have something wacquie to say about… oh, glow-ball warming?
General murders (GM)?
Something. There will always be something.
As long as it is a diversion from the day’s (word) pressing matters…