I got to the writing cabin late today. The dogs let me sleep in, and I didn’t feel the pressure to get anything in particular accomplished. Don’t get me wrong, I had a list.
I worked my way into the paranormal office and decided upon the chair and ottoman instead of Patty Hall’s old desk. My back is still bugging me this week.
Lisa showed up with coffee.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”
“What are we working on today?”
“I’m going to read through The Viral Blues. I need to make a list of those silly little graphics to see what I have to order.”
“I wore my hat so I could help you.”
“I see that, but I don’t think that one appears in this story.”
“Do you want me to change? I have a closet full of them.”
“It’s fine. Honestly, I’m just reading mostly.”
Doubt, the raven, soared…
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