It was 1am. My wife and I had just returned from Austin, Texas where we’d attended our very first Formula 1 Grand Prix. Still brimming from the adrenaline, the spectacle, the noise of the V8s, and the smell of race gas, I sat down at my computer and started typing.
An empty craft beer bottle—all the rage at the time—sat next to me as I clumsily plowed through my thoughts having never before written anything other than term papers or my dissertation. I didn’t read it out loud, put it through grammar checks, thought of flow, and second passes. I just hit “Submit” and was done.
