On the Road to the Conference

It was a lousy beginning. I got up at 5:00am to finish packing and drive down to Colorado Springs for the conference. At 7:30am, before I got to Palmer Lake, it was snowing and the traffic came to a dead stop. I turned off the car and the traffic stood still for an hour and a half, snow continuing to pile up on the sides of the road.

I had to pee so badly I was about to wet my pants. There was no where to go. It was a four-lane highway, separated by a median. No trees, no bushes, thousands of cars lined up bumper-to-bumper for miles. I was dying for a catheter.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I slipped over to the passenger seat, opened both car doors on the passenger side to create some privacy, like a stall. I squatted between them and peed into the snow drift on the side of the road. It was such a relief I didn't even care who got mooned.

If you happened to be driving south on I-25 to Palmer Lake this morning and wondered who that ballsy chick was... that was me.

Now you may be asking yourself, does this really have anything to do with writing? Sure it does. Everything in life is fodder for writing. If you're parked on the highway in a snowstorm for an hour and a half, why not write?