I get a lot of thinking done at the gym. Sometimes it's almost a Pavlovian thing: I see free weights and my brain starts spitting story ideas, or advertising headlines (my other job). Entire Halloween costumes, birthday cake ideas and hot appetizer buffets have come to me on the treadmill.
So when my programmer friend was after me yesterday to get him the rest of the What's Your Biker Witch Name? quiz (coming soon to www.angiefox.com) I grabbed my notepad on the way to workout.
A half hour later, things were humming along:
Wino Wally No Brakes
Possum Fingered Paulie (actually, he sounds Italian instead of biker)
Buck Toothed Betty
Until a big muscled guy dumped his weight lifting notes next to mine. You see where this is going, right? He took my notebook. It had two pages of ideas - some great, some not so good. But they were my ideas, my scrawls. I was paying so little attention to him that I wasn't even sure what he looked like, only that he was large and sweaty. Yeah, that narrows it down.
So I took a peek into the machisimo area next to the free weights. Lots of men go back and forth, the kind of guys that say "e-yah!" after sets and ooze testosterone. I didn't even pretend to belong, not in my hot pink "Trix is for kids!" t-shirt. But I needed my biker witch notes. So I went from man to sweaty, grunting man asking if any of them had a list of names (blank look) okay, biker witch names (confused blank look), well for this book I'm writing with geriatric biker witches (concerned blank look). Got it on the fifth try.
The muscle guys were actually quite nice. They might have thought I was ill. But still, just because a bunch of Arnold Schwarzenegger wanna-be's don't quite get what I'm doing is no reason to lose faith. Yes, I write a series about a preschool teacher who is forced to take off with a gang of geriatric biker witches. Yes, I lift girly weights while dreaming up people like Slick Eared Earnest. And you know what? I'm having a ton of fun doing it.
The notes are going to my programmer friend tomorrow and the book that started it all, The Accidental Demon Slayer, is coming from Dorchester next month. You can read more about it at www.angiefox.com.