Not quite a placeholder, not quite a proper post. Two things:
A) My bike’s “tune-up” is still not complete. They’ve had it since Thursday. I’ve been inventing versions of what might be taking so long. These are some of my favorites:
- It died in the bike shop’s care. Its jankiness was terminal, and it passed on. They hoped I’d forget about it, but I called today, and now they have until tomorrow to find another bike exactly like mine and hope I won’t notice. BIKE SHOP GUYS, I WILL TOTALLY NOTICE. The mostly non-functional right shifter’s numbering is worn away in a very specific fashion, right at the point where the shifter, as I discovered, basically becomes a chain-disengaging sponge. Bike-shop-guys will only see a reason to put it in a woodchipper. I see distinguishing scars.
- It’s actually sentient and has been carefully self-destructing in small, mostly innocuous ways so that I would let it go. It has left the bike shop and found a metal-smelting shop. It has lowered itself slowly into a pool of molten metal because it’s the only way to destroy itself before it can be used as a weapon against its own fight for good.
- They took the bike to a ranch where it could hobble about with rusted Huffys and the bikes that had never been put together properly by department store summer temps. But misfit bike had learned to love its new home, and now the misfit bike, and its new friends, are slowly making their way back across the prairie to return home.
- Misfit bike hates all of these movies and is insulted by this nonsense and it refuses to come home ever.
B) I said this was a series with elegiac flavor. Instead of just inventing farewells and returns for my misfit bicycle, I also got to say goodbye to a really vexing plot hole in the novel. I wrote about it on my Tumblr, here. (I’ve been hanging out on Tumblr tonight because Roxane Gay rocks my world.) It was also a reconnection with some things I know about my writing process, and knowing things–what works and what doesn’t and how to effectively manage that–is the much longer, possibly less ridiculous post I’m working on.