While cleaning out my storage bins and shed spaces these past two days, I came across a mountain bike I bought in the mid-to-late 90s.
I rode it almost every day for many years, but it got to the point where I broke it faster than I could fix it. I finally decommissioned it somewhere in the mid 2000s, and regrettably forgot about it.
Seeing it sitting there in its inactive state reminded me of the great rides and the spectacular crashes we shared together. I still smile when I think about the day my classmates sweated over their final exam; I rode that bike into the classroom, dropped off my final paper, and rode back out without dismounting. It was also on the seat of that bike where I came up with the idea for one of my most unlikely of published works, Suburbia Hell 10K.
The bike, in its current shape, is truly beyond my ability to fix, so I have since donated it to someone who will most likely give it a new life. It is my most sincerest desire that whoever climbs aboard it next will have as much fun and will be granted as many pleasant memories on it as I enjoyed.
My artistic schedule suffered derailment by a number of different events these past few weeks. And, if certain things keep going the way they are now, I will be experiencing even more unwanted derailments in the coming days.
How and why I allowed those derailments up to this point is for me to learn from and correct.
Suffice it to say, I completely understand and accept that many of these derailments were unintentional. Unrelated actions, causing unexpected ripples, by people unaware of my existence. It happens. It’s a product of the function of the Universe. That’s why I often refer to Life as an obstacle course.
What I do not accept are the actions and attitudes of those who intentionally aimed derailing ripples at me.
But, I do understand their weak position in Life. For whatever reason, they perceived me as a threat to whatever it is they want to do.
What they don’t understand is that their efforts at derailing me only adds to my awareness, my knowledge, my determination…to the point where they’ll never be able to defeat me.
I’ve seen mention of the Little Free Library concept quite a bit lately. Personally, I think this is one of the coolest ideas I’ve seen in a while.
Little Free Libraries are basically a box with one or two shelves for books, usually with a transparent doorway to protect the books from the elements, placed approximately at eye level in front of a house or along a city street. The concept is fairly easy: if you see a book you like, take it and read it, then bring it back when you’re done…although some people simply replace the book they took with one from their personal collection that they’d like to share.
I suspected that having these boxes is a big deal for some communities, but glancing at the map on LittleFreeLibrary.org gave me a better idea of just how popular the concept really is.
Unfortunately, the closest Little Free Library to me is not at a convenient distance, so it crossed my mind that I might like to build and maintain my own one of these days….to the point where I added the project to my
Stocking my new Little Free Library will not be a problem for me.
Through a new business arrangement with Smashwords, my eBooks are now available to read on Scribd!
In short, Scribd is an online library where subscribers can read as many online books as they desire for as long as their subscription lasts.
I’ve got a one year subscription, and I plan on reading as much as my dyslexic mind can handle!
About a month and a half ago, I reported the unfortunate news that the Sony Reader Store would soon be no more.
Now, I have the unfortunate task of reporting the same about Diesel. READ ABOUT IT HERE.
For those who have purchased any of my eBooks from Diesel, you have until the end of March to download them. I apologize for the short notice, but I just now found out about it. If I have any more news to report about their closing, I’ll post it here.
This just in: my NCAA March Madness bracket is pretty much destroyed.
All it really means is that I’m not a prophet.
But, Billy Mecklenburg might be. I’ll let you decide.
In his honor (and because his bracket is turning out much better than mine), I’ve lowered the price of “Oracle of Sentry Ridge“ to 99 cents. There are no March Madness brackets in this story, but Billy does “predict” something that’s slightly more important to the well being of his band.
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