Who was I kidding? Even as I was mentally composing my letter of resignation to McConnell, I was faxing my orders for the preseason Race of Champions. When the latest Raceplan envelope materialized, I didn't even bother to take it back to my office. Instead, I ripped it open right there at the mailbox. Then I nearly dropped to my knees. "Oh, my God!" I whispered. "You're not going to believe this."
My girlfriend rushed over. "You sold your novel?"
"I'm on the pole at Brands Hatch!"
Granted, it's a nonpoints race, and my new car hasn't been tested and debugged. But it's enough to convince me to re-up for another season. Hey, Frank Williams didn't win his first world championship pole until his seventh year. I figure Williams is going to start hearing my footsteps before the end of the millennium.