By Mark Alpert
I got on the bike today, searching for inspiration. Hoping to stumble upon some exciting ideas that’ll accelerate the plot of the novel I’m outlining.
The temperature was in the low 80s, which isn’t bad for NYC at this time of year. I headed for the bike path in Manhattan’s Riverside Park, which runs along the eastern bank of the Hudson River.
I saw a few awesome sights: a big freighter lolling in the current; a hundred cairns crowding the shore like lost souls; the gray GWB outlined against the Palisades.
I passed eight cyclists. Two faster cyclists passed me.
I sweated. A lot.
But I found no inspiration. No ideas for new characters or scenes.
Was I disappointed? Not really. Sooner or later I’ll think of something good.
Does anyone else out there look for inspiration while exercising?