It is STILL raining in Phoenix. I have cabin fever from spending so much time in the house. I have been out walking, but I haven’t been out training on the bike, because when the streets are wet, the tires throw oil and mud all over my bike and my clothes. Maybe I should forget about riding my racing bikes and get out the touring bike, which has fenders. I plan to ride that touring bike along the Camino de Santiago de Compostela next year, so perhaps I should get used to riding it again.
I got nothing done on the book I am writing yesterday, and I’ll probably get little writing done today. House cleaning is in order. Next week I should be able to sit at the computer hour after hour and write.
I have reached the point in the book where my protagonist, Jason Wilder, has announced his candidacy for the governorship of Arizona on the Republican Party. In his announcement, he made the obligatory (for an Arizona Republican) condemnation of immigration from Mexico. This is a big threat to his marriage, because his wife, Lupita, was born in Mexico, and she is not at all pleased. Will she stay with him and stand behind him, at least in public, during his campaign, or will she denounce and leave him? I know what I want to happen, but I have found in writing this novel, Running for President, that my characters take on wills of their own and don’t always do what I want them to do. They only exist thanks to my imagination, so you would think they would show a bit more respect for my opinion.