A line from a Pomegranates song that I heard today on WOXY, the worlds greatest radio station. Made me want to lay down a few words. It’s a damp, post-snowstorm afternoon, a pre-New-Years-Eve-party free afternoon. Winston snuck up onto the sofa next to me, giving me that sideways glance that says “Hey, I’m just going to push my luck and see whether you kick me off or not.” He’ll be snoring dog snores in a moment.
One of the things I love about the quiet that settles over the bike business after Christmas is that suddenly I have time to read. Sort of. I have a dozen or more things that I should be doing, including several training plans for clients. Or sitting on the trainer, cranking myself up to another level of fitness, less sloth-like but still midwinter slow. For Christmas Dad gave me a copy of Colum McCann’s amazing novel, Let the Great World Spin. I’m only a few chapters into it, already immersed, and knowing why it won a National Book Award.

“I should have known that the sea was written in him, that there would be some sort of leaving”. The book is full of gorgeously crafted sentences, lyrical and rhythmic, pulling you along. Read it.
Reading great prose and poetry fills me with the urge to write, and that’s an urge I wish I had more often. Writing can be tough work. Sometimes it’s pretty hard to say something unique, interesting, or meaningful. I’m grateful to those of you who follow this blog and keep checking in, even though my entries come along rather sporadically.
A writer I admire is Bill Strickland, whose blog is always throwing me inspiring pieces of poetry and images projected from his creative imagination. He’s a kindred spirit, a guy who knows of the love of two wheels and finds eloquent words for that elegant universe. I’ll read one of his postings, a tidbit like this one, and my head will spin into a world of ideas and energy, and I end up staying up all night trying to craft it all into verbal sculpture.
It’s easy to get into a thoughtful mood as daylight fades into the last night of a decade. It has been an interesting year, crazy, sad, exhausting, gorgeous, victorious, titillating, monumental, exhilarating . . . and another twenty adjectives that represent one hundred more stories, more than can be told here. I’m sure 2010 will bring more; that’s called living.
I’ll just try to keep it all worth reading about. I hope your New Year is amazing.
-Geoff
