As I sit here at my computer on a Sunday afternoon wondering what I should write about in the next issue of Road & Travel, my mind goes blank. I begin to wonder how many brain cells I have left or how long what's left will last. The older I get the fewer that spark, it seems.
I haven't showered in two days nor have I seen another human being for three. I've been locked behind closed doors since returning from a New York business trip Thursday night trying to bang out a 12-page business proposal and meet the next issue's deadline before I leave for my next trip in two days.
My mind feels numb as I gaze out the first window I've ever had in an office. I remember it's Easter Sunday and reflect back on all the Easter egg hunts and big family dinners we used to have when I was living in total anonymity in the obscure little town of Warwick, Rhode Island. Ah, those were the days.
I find myself laughing in my silly little daydream all by myself in my office. What am I laughing at? I'm laughing at how everyone seems to think the life of a publisher is so glamorous, exciting and social. If you really want to know the just how glamorous my life is... check out what 48 hours of it can be like...
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