The Final Dash, part 2 (of 6)

Hello Speedracers,

I cried today while writing. It wasn't a necessarily emotionally charged scene, but rather an epic dramatic one - and those always get me. Especially when I'm listening to the Gladiator soundtrack. It was the moment where Simon gets legitimacy as the hero of the story. Maybe it strikes an emotional cord within me (see my personal validation issues in earlier blogs) or just because recognition from your peers (and beyond) is something we all strive for in one way or another. You know the type of recognition that a young child gets when adults finally start listening. Or a moment of 'I told you so' triumph when before no one believed you. Even the sheer shallow and highly subjective adoration that comes from gaining a title, bestowed upon the nameless hero legitimizing his or her status in the world.

I dunno, I just cried. My throat closed up and my head started burning and before I knew it I was sobbing. God, I'm such a sentimental sucker. Ha ha ha. I love it. Hey, maybe I'm just going a little too involved in all of it. After all with this final dash to get the book finished at the end of the week, I really burned the tarmac. If 6516 words no longer impresses (and admit it: who the hell can envision number of words?), how about 27 pages? Damn, that's more than I read before I fall asleep in bed at night. Or 9 solid hours of writing? And I'm not even finished yet. I plan to write until I wake up tomorrow with YTREWQ stamped on my forehead (sorry...I'm still an IT guy with IT jokes).

So, there you have it. I tell you tomorrow how a night behind the square-headed girlfriend (yup, another one) feels like after I take a quick break to get the roasted chicken & garlic out of the oven and drown it with a full glass of wine. I'm celebrating!