Cage-bound

I wish that I could say that I haven’t been writing because I’ve been so busy riding around and wrenching and doing fun and exciting things. The truth is somewhat less glamourous. I haven’t been writing because I’ve been so busy losing my mind at work and coming home to watch hours of Law and Order.

Every morning this week, I’ve woken up and thought “I’ll ride into work today”, and then every morning it’s been grey and cold and drizzly and I haven’t bothered. There’s no excuse, really; I just haven’t bothered.

My newest pair of custom earplugs finally arrived — the transducers with built in earbuds for listening to my iPod. They’re thicker than my plain ol’ boring custom earplugs, which makes me a little nervous. My old non-custom earbuds gave me wicked headaches from being too thick, so it’ll be annoying if I’ve paid money to have the same old problem. At least this time, it’d be fixable — I’ll just bring them into a local hearing specialist and have them shave the plugs down a little — but that’s still time and energy I don’t really have. Anyhoo, hopefully this weekend I’ll actually get out on the motorcycle, and will try the new plugs out.

One thing that I have been doing, while not actually riding or writing about riding, is researching writing as An Actual Freelance Semi-Career In My Copious Free Time. I’ve been accumulating submission guidelines and sending out queries and gathering up contact information and poring over various Writer’s Market-esque websites. It’s, ha ha, a lot more work than it would seem. Fortunately, Kim had the foresight to break her leg last week, so I ended up with a full afternoon of sitting around Peninsula Hospital while she was in surgery. I finished reading a book, finished a third re-write of my Death Valley article, wrote, re-wrote, and re-re-wrote a query for that article, and organized a bunch of notes that I have on local places. So, hey, thanks, Kim!