Reboot

Back in early February, I vowed to begin writing everyday. I did no such thing. My excuse at the time was that the day after I committed to a daily writing routine, I had to travel out of town for ten days. My travel was to attend a training class ( 9 days) for a new franchise business I will be involved in. I fully intended to write while I was on this trip. I took my laptop with the idea that each evening I would post to my site.

The training class was held in Amarillo, Texas, a seven hour drive from my home. I had booked a cozy Air BnB so that I had a refrigerator, coffee maker, washer & dryer. As I neared Amarillo, about an hour out, I stopped at a gas station for a cup of coffee. I mixed up a cup, snapped the lid on snugly, and headed out to my car. A gust of wind came up, blowing the lid right off my coffee and sending it 40 feet across the parking lot. I had hot coffee all over my hand and arm and just stood there in disbelief. I know I had secured that lid. Tumbleweeds blew everywhere as I got my first smell of West Texas.

I had been through Amarillo before, never stopping, and knowing that you needed to close the vents and turn off the AC at least 20 minutes out. The stench of the feed lots is inescapable. Now I was going to be in this hell hole for over a week. The night I arrived I was tired and crabby and put off writing for the following day.

The next day I learned that we would have homework every night, tests every day and basically be made to feel like morons and idiots throughout the class. Every evening I went back to the Air BnB, pissed off and worked on my homework. I stopped at a Walgreens and bought note cards to use for memorizing facts, along with a couple bottles of wine. I had to pass the class, I couldn’t take this lightly. I had paid for the training, my travel expenses and all of us that were there were told if we did not pass we would have to come back in a month and re take the course, thus delaying our business opening. The mood was sour, the instructor a Grade A A~Hole with breath that matched the air outside. The smell of death, manure and misery.

Good news ~ I passed the class. I couldn’t get out of that god forsaken town fast enough and turned my 7 hour trip into one that only lasted 5 and a half hours. Should I have assumed my writing the next day ? Yes. Did I ?No. But I am going to retry again now. Stick with me.