Going Nowhere Slow

I originally had the idea for Going Nowhere Slow about ten years ago. I was working at a gas station to pay for a degree that I didn’t care about and spent most of my lonely, working hours daydreaming. I wasn’t a great employee, the store didn’t burn down or anything, but it was during that time that the original idea had the room to really be born. 

Over the years, I have written this story about five times. Each of the first four iterations seemed to be worse than the last, but the fifth time, I really went for it. Thanks to COVID, I again found myself with a job without a lot of oversight and an inordinate amount of time to daydream. While living in an RV and driving Sam absolutely crazy, I hand wrote the first draft of what would end up becoming Going Nowhere Slow. 

And now this thing that’s been part of my life for a decade is now done and I’m pretty proud, although I am rereading it with an insanely critical eye and driving myself a little batty. If you read it and have questions, feel free to reach out. If you read it and hate it, lie to me. It’s finally done!