There was something powerful about this image. Frozen movement. Frozen energy. It feels like something has been postponed.
Hmmm.
It made me think of my novel.
My writing is frozen because I have been using all my energy for my climate work. But just like the bike, it has movement and energy and is ready to roll again when the right time comes. I am not going to give up on it. My fiction is just in hibernation for a few months... I am convinced the story is growing stronger in me.
