It’s like fly fishing. You take a long time to prepare the fly and then when you cast out your precious hand-crafted fly it’s like maybe I’ll catch one and maybe I won’t. While the black flies, deer flies and mosquitoes poke, gnaw and flutter in and out of every orifice on your body.
Get an agent. Don’t need an agent. Self publish. Traditional publishers are the best. Begin with the ending. End with the beginning. Opposite opinions everywhere. It’s like listening to political discourse. It pollutes your brain with dark noise and threatens to drive me into deeply depressive ruminations.
A College Retiree
Here’s one. I pretend I’m on a game show.
Now, one of the roads I cycle on is only technically paved.
“Gee mommy, that road isn’t wearing any pavement.”
“Settle down, sonny. It’s Cape Breton and it’s wearing Cape Breton pavement.”
However, it’s a good road on which to play my little game.
Here comes a damn SUV ducking around the holes.
“Damn you!” I whisper as I give the driver a cheery wave and a swear-finger behind my back. I can ride with no hands.
I dare you to try that game on the Trans Canada. However, the rules are a little different. If you see a car or a truck, you can phone a friend.