November 5th, 2002

newlips

Biker Envy...

I don't know who they are but /man/ do they have nice motorcycles. I see them almost every time I go to Starbucks or Albertson's. Mostly on the weekends. There are usually two or three of these bikers, sitting back, chewing the fat, drinking their coffee and displaying their bikes. What sweet bikes they are. Harleys, the lot of them from what I can tell. Sleek lines and slick colors. Usually purple, blue or silver. Though, there is a creamy white one, too. All just gorgeous machines.

This morning, I stopped for gas and was treated to a good view of a sapphire blue Harley. It was loud and very manly. *laugh* Couldn't tell you a bloody thing about the guy astride that beauty other than he had a black helmet, brown hair and sunglasses on. But, I noticed the silver highlighting in the blue, what looked to be a small star design on the side of it and the way it moved as it slid into traffic like tab A into slot B.

Every time I see one of these bikes, I get envious. Even though I don't know how to ride and, frankly, I'm a wee bit frightened of learning to. (We won't go into the fact that I'm too poor to own a motorcycle and a car - especially not the sweet looking Wide Glide Harley that I've always lusted after.) Still, I add it to the repertoire of the fantasy me - the bohemian author who sits in coffee shops with her laptop and bell sleeves creating her next bestseller.

Yeah, you know the one. She rides up on that gorgeous blue and silver Harley. Removes her helmet and tosses her violet mane of hair from her face where it tumbles into a beauty wave of artistic tangles. Sauntering into the coffee shop, she stakes out her spot and removes her leather jacket to reveal velvet beneath. Aver's Paradox. Leather and velvet. Her feet on the ground with her head in the clouds. Living worlds in her head that have nothing to do with the mundane.

Le sigh.

Ah, well. Almost time for my meeting. Back to reality.
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Word Count: 2800

Happy, happy! Joy, joy! I got verbal confirmation today from the Editor of Campaign magazine that they are going to pick me up as their regular fiction author, doing the Hucked Tankard Tales for all of 2003! *cheer* They like me! They really like me!

It was a good writing day for me. I broke it up as one hour before work (thus, got to work a wee bit late), 30 minutes when I'm usually on my Sanity walk (thus, didn't walk today - bad Jenn) and another 30 minutes at the end of the work day when I was done all of my projects for the day but still had to stick around. A productive use of my time, I'd say.

Maureen is slowly recovering from barely surviving the cure. There are some unexpected side effects, though, that have Terhock and his bondmates a little uneasy. Not only that, Maureen is being overwhelmed by all of the new information in her head and new powers that are manifesting themselves. On the up side, she survived and is just as feisty as before - much to the doctor's dismay.

Date: Nov 05
What: Cure/Recovery
Daily: 2800
Total: 11009
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