Went for a bike ride today.
Depressing.
Three things, specifically, were depressing.
1. I realized that my cycling computer's clock was the right time. This meant I did not have to change it back to adjust for the end of daylight savings time. Which means I haven't ridden between falling back and springing forward. Oh, Time, you relentless bitch with your nasty sorcery!
2. When I got home and undressed to take a shower (eww, I know -- bad image, sorry) I noticed that I no longer carried that clearly dorky (but, I’ll admit it, ego-boosting) mark of the cyclist: the cycling tan lines: sharp lines separating shocking white from not-so-white toward the bottom of the thigh and halfway up the biceps made from being out in the sun wearing those ridiculous tight poly-something shorts and jersey that mortify my daughter. I am all shocking white. Shocking, I’m not kidding.
3. Standing in the shower (I know, I know, I'm sorry -- but I'm almost finished) I had that fantastic muscles-so-drained-I-feel-so-goddamn-alive-I-could-kick-Churck-Norris’s-ass feeling. And then I couldn't remember when I last felt that.
So I need to ride more. Yes, for the health and all that, but also for my writing.
When I'm out there -- and I mean when I'm out there and get to the point that I'm no longer distracted by rednecks in pickups calling me Lance Queerstrong while they chuck half-empty cans of Bud Ice at me -- there's a meditative nature to the thing that really helps work through writing issues. Well, actually, it's not meditative like when I meditate (another thing I haven't done in embarrassingly long) because then the goal is to have no thought. But there’s something about the rhythm, the gliding, the physical exertion, the solitude that always encourages something to click in the imaginative leap department.
So I need to ride more. To write better.
Okay, set goals and then work to achieve them. Start easy, with saying once a week? Let’s see if I can pull it off.
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Here's a thing I decided based on my 14-day screenwriting contest experiences thus far:
All my other hooks have sucked.
The current script has been coming out almost non-stop, simply because I came up with a hook where I could actually "see the movie." When you can see the movie, it all goes quicker.
So my new discipline is spending more time coming up with ideas that don't suck.
My darling mate,
I truly hope that, the next time we turn the lights low and gaze into each others eyes, I am able to not blurt out LANCE QUEERSTRONG!
I love you and your white legs.
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