jogging… again…

thanks for all the advice on beginning jogging… all of it is coming in handy.

i’m shocked that i’ve actually stuck with this endeavor as long as i have…i actually look forward to it over the course of my day.  never thought THAT would happen either.  i got myself some decent shoes and new, easy to spot activewear… nothing matches of course, but that just makes it easier for the cars to see me.

i did however sustain my first injury.  about a mile into my tuesday run, the back of my right heel felt a little funny… not so funny that i needed to stop and check it out… more like a tee hee kind of funny.  i got home to discover a new feeling on my foot.  a warm, liquidy feeling.  removal of my shoe revealed a large minnesota shaped bloodstain on my sock.  yes folks, i rubbed my ankle raw.

i could still see the flecks of skin hanging on my turned inside out sock.  groovy.

but i was out on wednesday… bandaged heavily of course.

the squirrel and i…

do you have to love the characters you write?
does it help when you love them?
for that matter, does it help when you can’t stand them?

i think it’s all of that and a few other things.  if i thought bob could do no wrong, then the fun of certain situations would be lost.  this may sound kind of out there, but i honestly don’t know what will happen when i have an idea for bob.  i don’t think about him as a squirrel… because if i did, i have immediately put constraints on my brainstorming.  once i have the core idea… which could be anything from a single word to a covered page in my notebook, that when the fun begins.  i either start riffing on that idea… take it in this direction or that… or i just stare at it.  staring can either open something up or cross something out.  some may think that creation starts when that pencil hits the bristol…in some instances that is true.  the riffing, to me, is the best part of this job.

without that riff, there can be no melody… without the melody, rhythm can’t be established… without all of these parts working together… there can be no song… just a loud unorganized jam where no one knows where anyone is.

riffing rules.  you have to riff.