Trucking is Distracting.
I’m an easily distracted writer. Six years into my chosen career of truck driving and I finally have enough thoughts assembled to complete my first book. That is, if I ever can find the time. It can be frustrating, to have the mind of a writer dwelling in the body of a truck driver, but until writing pays more than trucking, this is the arrangement I am stuck with. I hold confidence that one day; with a little luck and a lot of effort on my part, a balance shall be struck. It wouldn’t bring a single tear to my eyes if I became a writer and truck driving was a thing of the past. As much as I’m committed to spending the dark and dreary days of winter finishing the book, things (namely, life) keep getting in the way. Take for instance that angry Policeman in Framingham, Massachusetts that I wrote about in my previous story . I didn’t need, or want, a story to just come about like that. I guess I could have sat in a smoky bar and told some friends about a mean Police Officer I ran into, bu...