I spent the morning writing as many words as would come from the end of my fingers. I decided not to sign up for NaNoWriMo this year, but with the recent layoff, I had a lot more time on my hands than normal and stories floating around in my head. I’ve been writing like crazy. As most authors will attest, the more you write the more you are driven to write. So far I’ve written almost 4000 words this month – not 50,000 but a good start.
Breaking only to walk the dog and meet a friend for lunch, I found myself driving down the road thinking about the next scene. A quick glance in the rear view mirror, I glimpsed the tell-tale sign of red and blue lights pulling out of the parking lot. Emergency lights. So, like the good citizen I always thought I was, I pulled over to let him by. He didn’t go around. Evidently the emergency was me.
Doing 44 mph in a 35 mph zone is not necessarily a good thing unless you are a professional race car driver. I handed the proof of insurance and driver’s license to the officer and he suggested I stay in the car. No problem it was a busy street.
Sitting in the car calculating what a ticket would cost on top of the fact that I might have to call a plumber because of the clogged drain coming from my washing machine, I waited. He walked back to my car and handed me the ticket – then told me it was a warning. He also wanted my phone number that he plugged into a cute little computer a little bigger than my new cell phone. I don’t think he wanted to ask me out since I reminded him of his grandmother. Instead he told me to be safe and let me go. “Thank you officer,” I managed to squeak out.
Now, I only have to pay the plumber. Maybe I need to either drive or write, but not the two at the same time.