While driving to work this morning I listened to Metallica's Blackened and that gave me an incredible adrenalin rush. When I was 14 years old I read my first Stephen King book, Cujo. As I read it I had ...And Justice For All on replay and the songs on that album are irreversibly interwoven in my mind with the terror and despair that comes with reading Cujo. So as I stepped into the office, I was already high on adrenalin. That’s the only way to start your working day :-)
It is becoming increasingly clear to me that good books suck you in like dreams do. They take you on a ride that you have little control over and all you can do is hang on (it's also kind of like falling in love). I'm keeping this in mind now that I'm starting my second exercise. Having problems giving it a name but the plot is slowly coming together in my mind. Will start to write soon (and why have I started to type like an out-of-breath William Shatner? Must-kill-Khan!)