I'm ambitious when giving up

I can’t sleep, and I’m rereading the pieces I wrote during the 2010 Tour de France, wondering what I can turn them into. I wrote almost 500 words, and really good words, for almost every day of the race. That’s not my bag–current news–but that’s how much I love the Tour.

Every time I’ve set something aside, quit something, it hasn’t been discipline or ability or running out of ideas or words. It’s because real life intrudes, and I start thinking what the hell am I doing when I should be out looking for a job.

I have a job now that isn’t what I want, but I don’t hate it. It barely pays enough and doesn’t leave me with much energy to do much more than write. I’m trying. I’m also still looking.

I know that giving your words away online leads to great things because I’ve seen it happen for all kinds of people.

I’ve seen it happen. I just don’t know how to make it happen for me. Because I’m still trying to make real life happen.

If European cities seemed like beautiful architectural museums, our cities were more like unfinished building sites where every generation was free to try its hand.

Witold Rybczynski, City Life (12)

A man and his young daughter stood beside me. He said, That’s a pretty window. She said, I wish we could take a picture together. I turned around and offered. The man pulled out his BlackBerry, launched the camera, and told me to hit the middle button. He crouched down with his daughter, arms around her, and they smiled. I hope I made them a good photograph.

This is a story about people and connection, and how art is in the middle of everything. Which is why I don’t feel bad about adding this postscript: That centre scrolly button thing on a BlackBerry is terrible.