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Apr. 3rd, 2002 11:24 amso this guy was trying to chat me up at one point at the con. he was pretty boring and i managed to deflect him easily enough, but he did say one thing i thought was interesting. we were talking about commutes, and i told him mine is around 35 miles each way, but i don't much mind because it's so scenic. and he asked, "but do you appreciate it every day?" i was very pleased that i was able to answer "yes" to that.
my drive to work takes me up a twisty road to the top of the coastal range and then southward parallel to it. some mornings the tops of the hills disappear into the fog; others it's clear with little wisps lingering like ghosts among the trees. i pass San Andreas Lake, which is actually a reservoir that sits right along the faultline. sometimes there's fog hanging over the water too. on clear days, the water is a beautiful sparkling dark blue. a little farther south i pass by houses tucked into the trees on the slopes, and beyond that are smaller, gently rolling hills with cows and the occasional gnarled tree. on the way home there's often fog cascading over the tops of the hills from the coast like the condensation from a bowl of dry ice. it's awe-inspiring on such a huge scale.
i generally manage to go through three or four forays into fantasyland each way, based on which bit of landscape i'm looking at. the hills and the fog always make me think of Tolkienesque swords-and-sorcery storylines, but the open fields with cows remind me of Virginia and make me want to go home to the east coast.
either way, by the time i get to work i'm not in the mood for technical writing. and i fantasize a lot about quitting my job and being a novelist. fortunately, i'm smart enough to know i'm not actually a good enough writer for that.
my drive to work takes me up a twisty road to the top of the coastal range and then southward parallel to it. some mornings the tops of the hills disappear into the fog; others it's clear with little wisps lingering like ghosts among the trees. i pass San Andreas Lake, which is actually a reservoir that sits right along the faultline. sometimes there's fog hanging over the water too. on clear days, the water is a beautiful sparkling dark blue. a little farther south i pass by houses tucked into the trees on the slopes, and beyond that are smaller, gently rolling hills with cows and the occasional gnarled tree. on the way home there's often fog cascading over the tops of the hills from the coast like the condensation from a bowl of dry ice. it's awe-inspiring on such a huge scale.
i generally manage to go through three or four forays into fantasyland each way, based on which bit of landscape i'm looking at. the hills and the fog always make me think of Tolkienesque swords-and-sorcery storylines, but the open fields with cows remind me of Virginia and make me want to go home to the east coast.
either way, by the time i get to work i'm not in the mood for technical writing. and i fantasize a lot about quitting my job and being a novelist. fortunately, i'm smart enough to know i'm not actually a good enough writer for that.
