A police chase (in fairness, it was pretty half-assed) and a car crash (also a tad half-assed…still counts) before 0630.  It was alarmingly normal…no panic, no adrenaline, no elevated respiratory rate…just another day in an all-too-slow world that moves far too timidly and cautiously for my tastes.  Seriously, I know many who feel as if the world is racing around them, and they talk about a hectic or even frantic pace…I feel as if the whole mess is moving in slow motion.

None of this early morning chaos disrupted the writing schedule, of course, dear reader, and I was able to turn out rather a lot of pages on the slasher novel.  Hopefully I can get a few pages in on the Real Book (the one I was supposed to have wrapped up over a month ago) before the nightly collapse happens.

N.P.: “Summer Breeze/Set Me On Fire” – Type O Negative