Posts Tagged ‘sport_rider’

The Sunday Evening Blues

Sunday, June 14th, 2009

It’s ninety minutes from midnight, of a Sunday night.  Normally I’d have already been in bed for an hour.  That after a handful of hours of quiet resignation, what with the weekend winding down and a full, 5-day work week approaching.

Alas.  I try not to speak too much or too harshly about such things.  You have to be careful what you wish for.

The July 2009 issue of Sport Rider – the one just now hitting the newsstands – has a story I penned several months ago called “Hard Times”.  It’s about being unemployed.

Having been there and done that puts the Sunday evening blues in a whole different perspective.  So, yeah, you keep those groans and those grimaces down to a whisper.  Trust me, there are things far worse than going to bed on Sunday evening knowing you have a full week worth of going-to-work in front of you.

Still, despite earnestly endeavoring to count our blessings, it’s funny how having Monday off can transform those Sunday evenings into such a pleasant bit of time.  I suppose I’ll end up, instead, with the Monday evening blahs.  Oh well.

I’ll try and make that vacation day tomorrow count…

Submitting a Story

Monday, May 18th, 2009

A little while ago I submitted my latest Sport Rider article to Kent (the editor).  It’s always a good feeling when I get that done.  I’m not sure whether it’s more from pleasure or from relief.  Probably a combination.

I love words.  I love it when I’ve worked them into an order that has a rhythm and a cadence and which says something I’m interested in.  I love having written.

But the process of writing itself can be frustratingly difficult.  I’m a good writer (I think).  But I’m not an especially fast writer.  It’s not like I sit down and quickly bang out a story.  The words have to be teased out.  And then wrestled into place.  It’s a laborious process.  You love it when you’re done, a new story in hand.  But only when it’s over.

Since the only chance I ever get to write is on the weekends, I’m not unhappy when we have some crappy weather which happens to correspond with a deadline.  And so the unsettled weather we had this weekend was fine with me.  Finish the draft of the story I started last weekend.  Read it one last time when I get home from work.  Send it along.

Crack a cold beer.