Monday Ramblings

Sometimes the ideas are just a boiling pot of mud

I haven't felt much like reviewing things lately. I've decided I took on too many read-for-review books (mostly for Great Escapes tours, and mostly good mysteries), and I need to back off while I work on my own books. I still have a couple more scheduled reviews to get through, but I'm not taking on any more mystery reviews until Death By Adverb is completed. (Yes, I know I'll probably break that vow when some truly wonderful looking books crosses my screen.)

One side-effect of that is that even though I've finished quite a few books in the last couple of weeks, I didn't sit down and review any of them, because I just didn't feel like it. So here you are, getting some wandering thoughts instead of a review of a marvelous middle-grade book or a deeply puzzling mystery.

In fact, since I've been doing more biking than writing, I decided that there is a metaphor to be found on the road.

Sometimes you can't see where the road is going.

Ridgecrest Blvd, Mt. Tamalpais State Park

 Sometimes it isn't much of a road at all.

Kings Mtn Road, Sonoma County, CA

It might not seem like a promising route for a bike.

Pt. Reyes National Seashore

Or maybe it's a perfectly good road, but doesn't lead anywhere in particular. Or at all, as far as you can see.

Does it just go up there and drop off the edge? Pt. Reyes National Seashore

And sometimes your audience is not exactly what you were looking for.

Pt. Reyes National Seashore

If you keep going long enough, you might get saddle sores (no photos there!). 

But you might just end up somewhere beautiful.

Kings Creek, Lassen Volcanic National Park

So keep on writing/riding, and here's to ending up someplace wonderful!


P.S. I think the default font for this blog got smaller and dimmer, so I've stepped it up a size. Does that help?

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