It's 6:30 in the morning, cold and dark, and I'm half awake, putting gas in my car before going to work. When I'm back on the road, I start to wonder what most people think about while getting gas before dawn. Coffee? Sleep? Work? The meaning of life? Most likely, people are not thinking about anything because it is SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING......
What was the crazy writer thinking about?
Would the main character from my latest novel have chosen regular fuel or the super plus.
That, my friends, is what being a writer is really all about.