On 75th, March madness has begun
R's couch
A good meeting - finally in person - with Rave*SQ's editor, Gayatri. And more articles to write. Or, some articles to write - it's not yet a regular gig so must be careful how I refer to it.
But, feeling optimistic that there are bites - small - for travel stories about Sikkim, Darjeeling. And buried somewhere in all of them might be a new career. Not a lucrative one, not at the current pace, but something that's so enjoyable, and fulfilling, and that much better than anything that's come before that I feel giddy hunkering in front of my computer, with my current mags and random brochures scattered about.
Have launched on a learning spike, better-ment. My first horseback riding lesson was Monday morning at The Claremont Riding Academy on Amsterdam/89th. My second lesson, which would include posting but not me actually getting the horse, was to be today except that it was St Patrick's Day, and the lady who'd scheduled my 10am lesson on Monday "might have known better". So when I showed, bright eyes and ride ready in jeans and faux-equestrian brown leathers from Banana, I was crowded out of the very threadbare locker room by an attractive group of 50 year olds in orange/white/green sashes and johpurs. With proper helmets (I'm in a learner version - a bike-messenger's cast-off) and an at-home-air - I fell back. Far enough in fact that my 10am lesson has been postponed til Monday.
And there are the travel writing classes with Mr Sturtz. For which, for our first "presentation" class I made the very first presentation and...down in flames. It almost felt good - so much critique, all so real and tailored, that I now have a lot to go on. Way far out of my comfort zone. Much more emotionally harrowing than any stretch of solo travel actually.
Night,
C
A good meeting - finally in person - with Rave*SQ's editor, Gayatri. And more articles to write. Or, some articles to write - it's not yet a regular gig so must be careful how I refer to it.
But, feeling optimistic that there are bites - small - for travel stories about Sikkim, Darjeeling. And buried somewhere in all of them might be a new career. Not a lucrative one, not at the current pace, but something that's so enjoyable, and fulfilling, and that much better than anything that's come before that I feel giddy hunkering in front of my computer, with my current mags and random brochures scattered about.
Have launched on a learning spike, better-ment. My first horseback riding lesson was Monday morning at The Claremont Riding Academy on Amsterdam/89th. My second lesson, which would include posting but not me actually getting the horse, was to be today except that it was St Patrick's Day, and the lady who'd scheduled my 10am lesson on Monday "might have known better". So when I showed, bright eyes and ride ready in jeans and faux-equestrian brown leathers from Banana, I was crowded out of the very threadbare locker room by an attractive group of 50 year olds in orange/white/green sashes and johpurs. With proper helmets (I'm in a learner version - a bike-messenger's cast-off) and an at-home-air - I fell back. Far enough in fact that my 10am lesson has been postponed til Monday.
And there are the travel writing classes with Mr Sturtz. For which, for our first "presentation" class I made the very first presentation and...down in flames. It almost felt good - so much critique, all so real and tailored, that I now have a lot to go on. Way far out of my comfort zone. Much more emotionally harrowing than any stretch of solo travel actually.
Night,
C
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