“You load sixteen tons, what do you get?”
To answer the question, you get something… interesting.
When you only have an hour on the internet, and you boss has politely asked you not to blog from work, you have limited options.
As I'm slowly acclimating to life at just under 7,000 feet, I’m not sleeping in as late as I used to (or if I am, it’s because I stayed up late to finish another book or late night phone call). I’m working to be up and moving earlier in the morning and make more time to get stories out.
I haven’t stopped composing. I’m always tinkering with words – on pads of paper or mentally. I’ve almost dug myself out to the point where I can see the light. For some, 16 tons may represent the monotonous status quo. For me, it means I’m that much closer to my jailbreak.
See you on the other side… soon I hope.
