I was all set to get writing again a few days ago, since the furor of my being AWOL is pretty much over, but I had a little episode that almost made me chuck the whole project. I’d just dropped my daughter off at school, and was walking back to my car, thinking of getting back to the computer and looking forward to continuing the story. I rounded a corner, and just as I was pulling the keys out of my pocket, I saw the car parked next to me, a shiny black Hummer with exactly the front grill appendages the one that hit me had. The sight stopped me in my tracks and put one of those feelings in my gut that’s kind of like the biggest, baddest roller coaster you’ve ever ridden.
Apparently, I hadn’t seen a Hummer up close since the one in Cincinnati plowed into me, and I guess it kind of threw me for a loop.
That was a week ago tomorrow. Tonight, I pulled myself together, had a beer and worked on "Living In the Past" a little. Onward. Hopefully next time, when a big black Hummer inserts itself into my life, I’ll handle it better!
