It's frustrating having the desire to write, but not knowing how to begin. One winter day, I was driving in Chicago and had a flat tire. It was 20 degrees below zero and as I waited at a garage for my car to be fixed, I pulled out my computer and began writing about my adventures as a tour manager the previous summer and fall. Before I knew it, a story began to take shape and when people who read what I had written asked “what happens next?”, I knew I had to continue...
