The Walking Man

A few weekends ago I help K set up and tend a booth at a local fair. It was held on the ball field. As you might expect, I took the opportunity to do some people watching. One young man has stuck in my mind. He was tall, and extremely thin, looking like he was made of whale bone and whip cord. The most interesting thing about this fellow was his walk.
Bent over at the waist until his back was easily at 45 degrees, he leaned into his stride. With arms and legs exceptionally long for his structure, and a walk that caused his feet to soar ahead to catch him from falling, he was able to achieve surprising speed. His more normally constructed companion was forced to jog to keep up. I distinctly heard the phrase, “Slow down, dammit, slow down.” That didn’t happen. The lad was enjoying being able to move across the field at great speed and he would not stop. His buddy was still complaining as they vanished down the street.
All righty then, on to the ROW80 goals.
The Goals
1.      Finish the first draft of my current project and get it off to my editor.  CM Crawford is a great editor and has very reasonable rates. Heck, she’ll even work for Amazon gift cards. The girl loves to barter. You can find her page here:
Done!!!
2.      Get the next project over 15K words
Progressing nicely. I’m not exactly certain of my word count here, but I am thrilled with the progress.
3.      If Ms. Crawford gets the first project back to me in time, finish the second draft during this round. If not then I will finish and hopefully publish it during the last round.
So, one thing you can do to help is to go to my Amazon author page and hit the *like* button on the upper right side. Here’s the link. http://www.amazon.com/Prudence-MacLeod/e/B0079XOY8U 
If you have an author page drop your link into a comment and I’ll go *like* it for you. Thanks for stopping by, good luck!

One thought on “The Walking Man”

  1. charismaloycharismaloy

    That sounds like me going for a "stroll" with my stepmom. Only difference is that her upper body is trying to catch up to her feet. I, of course, am the one muttering "slow down, dammit". Yeah, I am built for power, not speed. Even damaged and handicapped as I am, I have more strength than many that I know.

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