When I was growing up, the kids in my neighborhood shared something very special – a purple tandem bike. It slept in Mr. Eaton’s garage and was fair game every morning to any kid on my street. On Saturday mornings, it was a race to Mr. Eaton’s house to lay claim to the purple tandem. (I was lucky – Mr. Eaton lived right next door!)
Driving the purple tandem was a treat that every kid envied, but it was only fun when you had someone along for the ride. What good is a purple taxi without a passenger? Or a purple ambulance without a patient? So, if I was the first one to get to Mr. Eaton’s garage in the morning, I always made sure I had someone to ride with me. And I didn’t even mind if I did all the pedaling.
For me, writing is a lot like riding my neighborhood’s beloved purple tandem bike. I can write stories for myself, but the magic really happens when I can take someone along for the ride.
So, hop on!