Day Twenty-Seven: I'm in the Zone, Folks

I can feel it! I'm about to eat some ice cream, and then going to knock out another writing session after that! EXCLAMATION POINTS BABY! Furthermore, the guide gives you thirty one cards, depending on whether you write your novel on a thirty or thirty-one day month. I was only going to write for 30 days, but LOOK OUT! I'm feeling kind of saucy today! I may get crazy and go overboard...

(I, what is this feeling... It feels like... the beginnings of... overachieving? I know I haven't enter that magical, geeky realm, but I've never even been this close to look in from the outside... Ya'll got some nice houses in there, overachievers! Ha!)

Daily Goal: 2500

Today's Word Count: 2689

Surplus/Deficit: 189

J.W.B.: 2980

An excerpt, you say? Let's see what we got...

"When my number was called, I tried to remain calm. I walked to the woman who was waving her arm at me. Putting on my most gentile customer service face, I walked up and said, “Goood afternoon, how are ya, today?”
“What do you need today?” she asked, cutting through my bullshit.
Not to be discouraged, I handed her my ticket, and said, “Well, I was hoping to change my ticket, today,” smiling. “I’ve been gone from home for a long time, and I saw online that there are flights leaving tomorrow, Wednesday, and Saturday-“
She cut me off again, “Oh no, no, no, you will not get on the flight tomorrow,” she said immediately, no typing, no phone calls, nothing. This was accompanied by the ubiquitous Indian head bobble, which is sort of like a cross between a shaking your head, only on a you take your chin, and point it first at your right shoulder, then move it smoothly over to the left shoulder. It can be a very amusing gesture. When it’s directed at you, and is part of a package deal denying your hopes and dreams at the time, it is infuriating.
Taken aback, I pressed. “Do you think you could try? Can’t you look up the flights?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunt, I can look up the flights, but I do not think there will be any seat available,” she sighed, with a slight roll of the eyes. Another very slight head bob. Would I be able to escape the office if I murdered her, I thought. Where is the nearest emergency exit…
With blazing speed, she typed away at the keyboard. Her lips pursed several times, and she picked up the phone and began talking without dialing a number. Hanging up, she tilted her head to the left, like a head bob on pause, and said, “I am sorry, Mr. Hunt, the soonest I can move your flight up would be September 12th.”
“That’s only two days before I’m scheduled to leave now!” I exclaimed. The walls, they weren’t closing in, they were already on top of me. When did I start sweating?"