Out of the blue of the road she came with a smile and glasses on her head. Just like the accident that through me into the street. I’m a writer and so I gave her my. book and she said she liked my style but that it needed some work.
At the moment enjoying a little break from the wind of graduate school. Cycling to work after being hit by a car and realizing once again to be in the moment and make something happen by hook or by crook. Teaching and student are still getting Covid 19 and sometimes you are the last to know. This is my situation for now but I’m optimistic like most people that all the problems will stop.
Getting feedback is a good feeling. Especially when you’re creative. You need another message from someone. That lets you know that you are still on the path. Well when she came out of the blue that was good sign. I told her that she approached me like a lot of women and I wondered what her motive was. She said she had no plan. Maybe that is a good thing. The best thing is that someone else read my novel and gave me an objective opinion other than my own. I also know that I have to keep cycling and when I get kicked off of my course I have to get back on it and keep on riding.
Like a lot of people I wanted the killing to stop. There seems to be this blood lust. There was no escaping it. All I can do sometimes it try to figure it out while I’m cycling through the streets that are getting increasingly fucked up more. Whoever takes over makes grand promises that we will all be happy and get our needs met once they get elected and all we get is more of the same.
Still I’m optimistic. Her smile was broad and put me at easy. I was a little standoffish but I needed someone to talk too. It felt like rowing a boat. It was a good feeling. I didn’t expect anything like I use too. Things were different now. Yet I was somehow always out of sink with what was happening and seemed too brush people the wrong way. In the end the novel may be all that exists.