You Know, That’s My Book….

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Like many writers, I often wonder how much of an audience I am actually reaching. This is not surprising when you consider how lonely the endeavor the writing process can be. I feel this mostly in the quiet of the evening when I snap my laptop shut and let the scene and the characters retreat for awhile.

I was encouraged last Spring during an impromptu moto trip in Baja. Some of my friends were going to a remote cove on the Pacific side of the Baja peninsula to take advantage of some perfect, overhead surf. The Spring usually brings a swell that lines up just right and kicks up some huge waves. When this happens, my young friends drop everything and race down to the legendary surf spots of Baja.

After my friends called, I packed lightly and headed south on my BMW F 800 GSA adventure moto to be part of the gran adventura. The ride into the area they had set up camp consisted of a winding dirt trail that crossed the coastal mountains weaving through small settlements and ranchos. Recent rains complicated this ride with mud and wash outs but, overall, it was a typical run to the coast in Baja. Typical, until I accelerated out of a water crossing only to meet a drop off into a ravine where runoff had taken a whole section of the trail.

After picking up my bike and straightening the handle bars, I made my own trail and reached the cliffs overlooking the surf spot. It was amazing and well worth the ride in, as though you really need any reason to ride on two wheels. Huge waves kicked up on the off shore reefs creating perfect sets. I watched in awe as my friends streaked across the face of these racing giants. The juxtaposition between the power of the sea and agile but frail specks of the surfers curving across the face of the waves was mesmerizing. It was beautiful.

I parked my bike next to a small encampment of surfers and made my way down to the beach below to get a closer look. There were clusters of admirers sitting on the beach quietly watching. As I stood on the shore against the cliffs, I noticed a young woman crouched, cross-legged reading a book. It seemed odd to be nosed in a book with all the beauty and acrobatics just offshore. She looked up and briefly smiled at me and returned to her book. That was when I noticed she was reading my book, Almost Human!

She sensed I was starring and looked back up.

“How do you like the book?” I asked.

She smiled and replied, “I love it. I can’t put it down.”

Before she could returned to it, I continued, “You know, that’s my book.”

See frowned and replied. “No it isn’t. I bought it on Amazon.”

I smiled and returned to my bike.

Author: Baja Moto Quest!

I am an educator who came out of retirement to consult with school districts, but I also live to ride my R1200GSA motorcycle as much as I can especially in Baja! In fact, without those adventures into the outback of Baja, I wouldn't be able to give my all at work or write. I've written a novel, Almost Human which was published recently and am working on the sequel, More Than Human.

12 thoughts on “You Know, That’s My Book….”

  1. Reblogged this on INSPIRATION with an ATTITUDE and commented:
    Okay, all you writing/blogging people! Ken is someone I’ve followed for almost two years now (WOW!) I was privileged to interview him for his first book, but even published writers can get discouraged. So check out this post and….be ENCOURAGED!! ~~dawnlizjones

  2. I’m old at writing; new at blogging. The idea of reblogging/reposting is like the writer’s conclaves we’d have in somebody’s kitchen back-in-the-day. This is a good way to start my day — encouraged by the post, the reblog by dawnlizjones, and my continuing education in this medium. Query — I interpret that she didn’t ask you to sign the book.

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