Saturday, June 14, 2008

They Call Me "The Wanderer"

by Brian Mullen

By the time you read this, I'll be a driving fool (more so than usual)! My goal is to be on the road between 6 and 6:15 a.m. I am driving to Rochester, NY for work. This has become my norm.

In the past three weeks or so, I've been traveling all around the middle and western sides of Pennsylvania: York, Carlisle, Huntingdon, Tarentum, Oil City to name just a few. My assignments have been long hours on my feet and usually third-shift work. I've worked the past two weekends and have some nice overtime paychecks as compensation.

Because my "free time," such as it is, on these assignments has been mostly consumed by work with answering voicemails, e-mails and shopping for supplies for each night's work, writing has had to take a back seat for near-on a month. I miss it terribly.

The upside is that the multiple consecutive-hour excursions in the rental cars have allowed me to revisit my audiobook collection. Rochester, for example, is 5-hours each way so I can work in one unabridged novel or perhaps two abridged novels. I think my traveling companion this trip will be Brad Meltzer's "The Millionaires."

Yikes! I just looked at the clock and I need to get my butt in gear. Good morning to all and don't worry about me, I'll be doing something I enjoy - reading with my ears! Ciao!


Tory said...

I LOVE audiobooks! I particularly loved Eckert Tolle reading _The Power of Now_. Really led me into that mindfulness experience! I can't imagine reading the book would have been the same.

mike said...

I'm know this forced estrangement from writing is tough for's hoping your wanderings end soon. At least you're not on the road in the dead of winter. York? My old hometown, once a quaint bustling farm town, now all sprawl and ugliness. Loved the concept of reading with your ears. As for audiobooks, I tried that once, but because I like to drive with the windows down and the air blowing in my face, I couldn't hear what was being read. Besides, I'd rather crank up the radio and sing along with Blood, Sweat and Tears.

Dana King said...

I sympathize with your enforced absence from writing, but at least you got to go to Tarentum. I grew up across the river, in Lower Burrell.

Safe travels, and good reading.