Still nada on the revisions, so before I talk about something else, I have to tell you what I saw today.
I was sitting at a stoplight, listening to Jason Mraz. I drive a Wrangler, so I’m up higher than most people, and I have a good view. I was in the middle lane of a three lane intersection, one car back from the front. I’m not ashamed to admit that I was singing loudly. With half my mouth numbed by Novocain. There was drooling involved.
So there I was, singing and drooling and waiting at the light, when an old man on bicycle drives by. Now normally this wouldn’t have been a big deal. It’s Florida. It’s summer. Old men ride bicycles all the time. Even old me with monster handlebar mustaches and wide brimmed fishing hats and a beer gut to rival all beer guts. No, what made it a big deal was that this mustache wearing, beer gutted fisherman was riding a pink Barbie bicycle.
He was hunched over the handlebars of the too small pink Barbie Bicycle, pedaling for all he was worth. I was drooling and laughing too hard to get my camera quick enough. But, trust me, it was the funniest thing I’ve seen all month.
So I’m still waiting on my revisions. Hopefully that will come soon. And I’m supposed to have a chat with my agent on Thursday to discuss where I go from here. Loads and loads of boring.
Right. Hopefully more next week.