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This is why you have to be there

opening stage Vuelta 2013In all the racing I’ve watched with the MU, the TV coverage shows us just enough to get the story across. When the winners get to the podium, we usually see them standing tall, stricken with the solemnity of winning. Some winners sniffle. A few shed tears. The podium girls kiss their cheeks, the UCI officials (I call them FIC in the book) shake their hands. Everyone waves their flowers and/or stuffed animals aloft. Then the cameras cut to the talking heads, usually Bob Rolle and Phil Liggett, who tell us how strong, brave, and wily the winners were.

And so we miss some fun. Here’s Astana ProTeam, who won the opening team time trial (say that three times fast) of this year’s Vuelta de Espana. And well they should celebrate: the Vuelta is just as important as the Tour de France or the Giro d’Italia. Those of us on the other side of someone else’s decisions on race coverage might never have seen this.

SpokesChristopher Nye, my journo in Spokes, has issues with trying to both cover the races and be elsewhere at the same time.  Since I enjoyed piling problems on him, he should be grateful I didn’t find this picture earlier, and force him to explain to his editor why he missed mentioning such a joyful moment.

Luca might look good dressed in spandex and champagne. Do I feel a followup short coming on? Hmm…

Spokes, available from Rocky Ridge Books, Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks, as print and ebook (MOBI, EPUB, and PDF.)

Spokes: the first review 4.5 Sweet Peas

SpokesSome far-sighted folks bought advance print copies of Spokes at GayRomLit. One of them turned out to be reviewer Lady McNeill of Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books.

Lady McNeill is a distance cyclist /triathlete, so she knows whereof she speaks when it comes to the sport, and she’s a discerning reader when it comes to the relationship. I don’t say that just because she gave Spokes a 4 1/2 Sweet Pea rating (although you bet I appreciate it!)

Picky lady said, in part: “Overall, an excellent, well-crafted story that was a perfect blend of romance and cycling…a rare find!”

See the rest here, and you can pick up your copy at your favorite e-tailer (unless you prefer Apple, which is an ongoing struggle to get posted to. But soon.) Available from Rocky Ridge Books, Amazon, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and All Romance eBooks, as print and ebook (MOBI, EPUB, and PDF.)

Where is it? Time to panic?

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I am not the world’s most organized person. “Naw!” my kids would say, watching me misch through the stacks of paper that have overrun our dining room table, my bedside table, and every bookcase in the house. I am searching for a notebook that’s full of all sorts of bicycle related information. Technical specs, dates of races, fragments of history. Which issue of Velo News has a particular article.

I’d like to work on Spokes, my pro cyclist romance, which I set aside  when it was clear that I had two full Mountain novels to write and ranges of edits on three others, plus attention to the shorts. Nary a moment for my poor cyclists, whom I left at 20k words and a dreadful moment. Poor Christopher’s been staring at that ambulance for six months, and he’d really, really like to see something different.

I’d like to get him out of there too, and all my notes on how to do it have gone AWOL. They have to be here somewhere: I never throw things like that away. (“That’s half the problem, Mom!” my peanut gallery just chorused.) I have found other notebooks, though–three of them with Rare Event notes, 80 pages on the Titanic, jottings about poppies for Blood on the Mountain. But not a page with my detailed notes on Jacques Anquetil or Wouters Weland, not a scribble about the chapel of La Madonna del Ghisallo or race routes.

I have also found tax returns from 7 years, ago, several places neither I nor my cleaning lady have dusted recently, and a sock I despaired of finding and chucked its mate.

Thanks goodness for bookmarks in the browser. I can recreate most of what I need, and have already utilized the rest, but to call this “provoking” understates the matter, like describing the Giro de Italia or Tour de France as “nice little bike rides.”