Like a drag-racer waiting for the lights.

The tires are hot and sticky sweet with the acrid air of the burn out.  The engine sounds great, powerful and throaty, more feeling than sound as I tap the accelerator with impatience.   My skin pulses with electricity as wait for those beeps and watch the lights change from red.  I'm ready.  Beep.  Beep.  BEEP.

I'll be posting daily word counts here.  Today I stand at 21886 words.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Failure!

The White Ex-Pat

At least a black swan can get me going.