JUST ROLLED IN after 200 miles of hard rain up from Jersey City.
On my way up from Virginia I spent two days in Jersey City with D1, SO1 and little D1D1, whose first birthday is coming up on the 27th.
I tried to get together for dinner last night with our friend N, she of the fabulous Manhattan view. I was going to bunk on her apartment balcony last night and get some solstice pics of the great magnetic rock. The one you see here I snapped the summer before last while riding down to Tybee Island, Georgia.
Given the gridlock of Christmas traffic in New York, I left the iron piggy in Jersey City and set out via public transit. The plan was to meet N in Astoria, Queens at 8 last night. What I ended up doing was getting completely lost and riding trains all over Manhattan and Brooklyn for 3 1/2 hours. Clearly I zigged when the situation demanded zag. Iron piggy would have gotten me there for 8. Always trust the piggy.
Here’s why I rode to Virginia in the first place: In 2008, I had a story in my head that I wanted to get down on paper. I decided to write it in screenplay format while riding to Key West. While camping here & there on the way down and back I wrote a 90-page first draft. When I got home, I worked with it some more, filled it out to 117 pages or so, started shopping it around. I got it read at some respectable production companies, and although the answer was no, I was encouraged by some to not take no for an answer. Keep hammering away on it; don’t put it on the shelf with the others.
I decided to hammer on by writing the same story as a novel. So that’s done, 140,000 words, been done for about two years now. I needed to get to Virginia, Maryland and the District of Columbia last week as part of the editing process I hope to accomplish this winter. Fact-checking, let’s say, if I can apply that term to a work of fiction.
So now I’m home and I can see the bride has finished a labor of love, her Christmas decorating. Where she is, I don’t know, house was empty when I got here. Just cats. In the lower left, you may notice big bully boy Felix lying around like a harbor seal.
It was quite a rainy, chilly ride today! I never saw another motorcycle on the road. Only saw one other in the last eight days and nights of riding.
I had a bowl of oatmeal for fuel this morning. Enjoyed a late lunch when I got home at 5 p.m. An avocado for the fat content, a shot of scotch whisky for the scotch whisky content.
Tony DePaul, December 22, 2015, Cranston, Rhode Island, USA