In the three months since arriving home after a fifty-five day cycling adventure, I regret to report that nothing has moved forward in my book projects.
Something inside is afraid to start, even though most of the texts are written. Yes, plural texts.
One will be: “Lace Border Patrol: Women Riding In A Sport Presumed To Be Masculine”
And you all know the other one: “Fabulous Me: Confessions of the Unmitigated Gal”.
Putting all those words, files, versions and (gasp) bits of illustration together…so daunting.
So I’ll just grab a great shot from someone called “Collectvelo”. The kind of simple photo that makes you look, and look again, and mildly yearn for an ancient 1910 “Charrier” bicycle…. while clucking about my paltry efforts concerning what doesn’t exist yet, except in my fertile mind.