Flashbacks

Yeah…I know. It’s been a long time since my last post. No particular reason except for plain ol’ laziness.  

Something weird has been happening lately. I haven’t been on the road for almost two years now and I’m starting to get flashbacks. They’re not constant, but I get them on a frequent, but irregular, basis.

It doesn’t matter what I’m doing – there they are. I can be watching TV, talking to someone, driving down the road or reading a book. Strangely enough, they never come while I’m sleeping.

All of a sudden, somewhere I’ve been on the road just flashes into my mind. It could be a memorable stretch of highway, a truck stop, a loading dock – almost anything.

They’re vivid and they appear to be accurate. Where the fuck are they coming from? Maybe I’m just reliving sections of the book that have been burned into my brain. But I haven’t even looked at that bitch since I sent it off to my agent. Too much of a good thing and all that. Not really. Just sick of reading and rereading, editing and reediting, changing and changing back again.
That must be it. I’m not really going crazy, just trying to rid my subconscious of all that crap I lived with for four years. “Goodbye and good riddance.” Until the next edit or rewrite, that is.

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