Monthly Archives: November 2008

My Fellow Writers

I call myself a writer, because I write fictional stories, memoir, and blog.  I’m not paid for it, but I hope to be some day. Writing is my passion, it’s how I process life.  I always feel so much better after I write something, almost anything.  I’m convinced someday I will find my calling and my writing will be more than a passing fancy or hobby.  When I’m not writing like a mad woman, I scour the internet, books, and any other resource I can get my hands on to find that ever elusive outlet for my writing.  In most of my internet scouring I’ve found the vast amounts of writers a bit intimidating.  There are so many people out there trying to get published that it’s discouraging.  I got to thinking today about those people.   These people claim to be working on their writing, searching for an agent, or a publisher.  Their comments on forums and message boards are always long winded and haughty; full of what seems to be knowledge regarding the publishing world.  I wondered how much each of those people truly spend doing honest to God writing, or real research towards getting their work out there.

I’m sure many of them are doing well as writers, or editors, but with so many responses, some as simple as “I totally agree with what so-and-so said” it seems they just sit at their computer all day ready to argue, agree or start a fight.  Maybe it’s their “break time” when they allow themselves to spend time on silly writers websites.

Don’t get your panties in a twist now.  I know there a great many excellent writers websites out there.  I visit some from time to time, but on the whole, many of those websites tell you what you already know.  Writing is a difficult career.  It’s nearly impossible to get published.  Even if you’re one of the most brilliant writers on the scene since Joyce, Hemingway or insert your favorite author name here, it’s still all too difficult to get published.  It’s obvious in the amounts self publishing sites.  The truth is as long as you’re willing to put in a few bucks you can get your book published.  It doesn’t even have to be good. You don’t even have to edit it!  You can publish any piece of shit you happen to type out on any given day.  I believe that it’s because of this that so many doors are being closed on decent writers.  No one wants to take a chance on an unknown writer because of all the market saturation that’s going on.

Maybe I’m the one that’s delusional and I can’t see the flaws in my own writing.  Perhaps I missed my true calling or perhaps I don’t really have one and I just am.  That’s a depressing thought considering how long I’ve been writing.  Oh well, at least I know there’s always self publishing.

The Bike Lane

I may get a lot of flak for this particular post, but I’m going to talk about it anyway.

The most frustrating thing about driving in Seattle isn’t the poorly designed roads, ridiculous rush hour or insane road construction at bizarre times, but trying to drive alongside bikes.  I have nothing against people who would rather ride their bike than drive a car.  More power to you!  Saving the environment and staying healthy, it’s a great mode of transportation.

My issue with bike riders is the fact that many of them think they can do whatever the hell they please!  Half the time they follow laws for cars and the other half of the time they follow laws for pedestrians.   It drives me crazy!  I can’t be courteous to them if they’re going to randomly switch laws they’re abiding by.  Just the other day I was driving by a biker.  He was hugging the curb and I gave him a wide berth. I passed him.  I get up to a stop sign look for cars, glance in my mirror to make sure said biker is behind me and I start to make my left turn. Suddenly Mr. Biker is randomly zooming in front of me to make his own left turn.  Why could he do this? Because he was suddenly a pedestrian using the crosswalk that didn’t require a signal of any kind! He, of course, scowled at me and kept on. I’d passed him, he was just moseying along behind me and the second I start to go, he put the pedal to the metal and attempts to pass me.

Bike lanes make me nervous as well.  Just because there’s a bike lane doesn’t mean a biker is obliged to use it.  I’ve seen several bikers weave in and out of the bike lane as cars are trying to pass them.  If cars were to go weaving in and out of their designated lanes there would be repercussions. I don’t mind there being a bike lane, I just wish people would use it properly.

When I first moved to Seattle, the animosity I felt between drivers and bikers was strange.  I wasn’t driving my first few years in Seattle so I couldn’t really understand it. I do understand it now. I do my best to make bikers feel safe as they ride and I pay extra close attention when a biker is near, I just wish they would do the same for me.