Sometimes writing, by someone not yet published, is like a
fox jumping on a trampoline. You (the fox) don’t know what it is, but you are sure you’ll
love it. You observe bigger creatures getting a bounce out of it, whatever that
is. You want it too. You jump and wonder why your bounce is so small. But it is
a bounce. You do it again and again. You’re hooked. Even though it’s a small
bounce, it’s fun to you. Someone watches you. She doesn’t think it’s a small
bounce. She thinks it’s a subtle bounce and very entertaining.
Maybe after viewing this video you’ll think my analogy is a
bit of a stretch. So let’s look at it another way. Sometimes writing is like
discovering hidden beauty. Sometimes I just want to show you what I love, which is very much about the male POV.
EXTRA CREDIT:
Yesterday I'm driving fast in the 3 northbound lanes of El Camino Real. I notice a pickup truck stopped in the passing lane encroaching about a foot into the next lane. I slow down. A big tattoed guy is out of his truck along the side facing the medial strip. I slow down some more and the other cars trailing behind me are doing the same. By the time I notice the mother goose and her goslings all in a line waddling along the side of the truck tight up against the medial and within a foot of this big guy's legs, I'm by the truck. I lamented not being quick enough to slow down and bring everybody behind me to a stop. But, the cars behind me having more time to react stop and the big man . . . well that's all I saw before I turned up Levante. I think we can write a happily ever after. There were no crashes on the eleven o'clock news.
