Coming Home, Chapter 3
With a wide swing of his Kenworth, he makes the turn into the truck stop, and heads for the fuel islands. A feeling of comfort comes over Jacob, as he gets into line. Sarah never believes him, but when he pulls into a truck stop, it feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Out on the road, there are all those cars that could cause problems, a million things happening that as a professional he has to pay attention to. Once he pulls into a truck stop, he attention is still there, but a feeling of success comes upon him, a part of his trip was completed without incident. He looks at his cell phone, Sarah had not called or messaged him, he would have to remember to call her

Coming Home, Chapter 2
Thoughts start to move ahead to what cities he will drive thru, what time he will be getting thru them.  Dallas was just up the road, then Little Rock, Memphis, Nashville, Cincinnati, and then Columbus.  In his head there is a map, and he knows the roads like a man knows his neighborhood.  Jacob Clemens neighborhood was the United States, and after 10 years out here, he knew his neighborhood pretty well.  He figured he would break somewhere around Memphis, about 9 or 10 hours up the road.  Probably get fuel, food, and a shower around Dallas.  Having a plan in place makes things easier, versus just driving around without a clue, he laughed.  He remembered w

Coming Home
"Got to get moving" Jacob Clemens muttered to himself as he sat behind the wheel of his truck, looking over his logbook one last time, making sure he had the hours to make this load on time.  A nice long run, headed home, thank God.  It has been too long, just like every time is too long, but this is how Jacob makes his money, and being out here is where the money is.A man walks over to the truck, a stack of papers in his hand.  Jacob rolls down the window, trying to put a smile on his face, not succeeding very well.  The load should have been ready last night when he got here, instead the shipper kept making excuses, as the hours went by, and finally Jacob w

That Novel
I know I wanted to write a novel during the month of November, for NaNoWriMo, but it is not working out.  I am just so busy, at best I may do 10 thousand words, not the required 50 thousand.  I will have to put that life goal off for a while. That does not mean I am not writing something though.  It will just take longer.  Ad I do believe I will post this story I am writing here, so you all can read it as I go.  Maybe it is a good idea, maybe not.  let me know what you think, would you?So the next post would be the beginning of my story.  I hope you enjoy.Thank you for following my journey: www.WanderingHotel.com

Donating Blood
I tried folks.  I really did.  It cost me though, but lucky me I came out of it alive.On Thursday I went to donate blood at our school.   See, every 2 months the local blood bank stops by, and begs and pleads for folks to donate.  Last time I went to donate, I had a cold, and couldn't.  This time I was healthy, or at least I thought I was.  They initially had a hard time getting any blood pressure, my left arm was just giving off a trickle.  My right arm was ok, only if I squeezed my hand every few seconds.  So they get their pint, and I am all creepy feeling from seeing a needle.