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Name’s Seth. After
you cool down, would you do me the honor?”
    “ Definitely.”
    I smiled as I thought about Seth as the
southern gentleman. Well, he didn’t have an accent, but he’d been
nothing but kind the last few times I’d met him at the library. He
hadn’t suggested we go back to his place for a romp in the hay.
Hadn’t talked about insects and rodents. And he definitely hadn’t
shouted out in the library that I was some “ho” who charged men for
a dance.
    Seriously, it wasn’t that hard. Why couldn’t
men just behave?
    I thought back on my words … It wasn’t
that hard . To write the perfect man, that is. Well, not
the perfect man. That wouldn’t be any fun to read. But … what if I
could write my own frogs into princes?
    Why not? I’d led a pretty interesting
childhood. I’d dated enough losers before I’d dated Dick, and then
I knew what it was like to be jilted.
    I’d loved my Com II class in college. I’d
even written a story that the professor had said held promise.
    That was it! I could start writing. Of
course, I’d still read and keep the blog going, as I was doing
rather well with my affiliate earnings. But what if I could start
publishing books? I didn’t have time to find a publisher — I needed
money soon — but I could self-publish them. Mak could give me some
tips. Angela would make sure that they were properly edited.
    I opened a new document and just started
jotting down ideas for my characters. My male and female
protagonists anyway. The rest would come as needed. I thought of my
mother and how she’d ended up, and my father’s life, pulling pieces
from each as I came up with an idea for a story line.
     
    Hours later I looked up and noticed it was
four a.m. I’d been writing all night. I glanced at the word count,
surprised to see that I’d written more than ten thousand words in
one night.
    No sense going to bed now, but I closed the
file, deciding I needed to clean up, which would also wake me up so
I could get on with my daily tasks. If I laid down for even a few
minutes, I might not be able to get back up.
    Standing in the shower, I closed my eyes and
let the hot water run over my head.
    The words I’d just written, the characters
I’d created, and the world I’d just designed bounced around in my
head. It was as though the characters were talking to me, telling
me where their characters should go, how they should grow, what
they should become.
    I chuckled to myself. “Okay, I obviously
hallucinate when I haven’t had enough sleep.”
     
    But enjoying the visions, I closed my eyes
again and continued to stand under the rushing spray of water.
Delirious or not, I liked this. I imagined the next scene.
Envisioned the male protagonist chasing the female protagonist,
begging her to let him explain. The scene was so real that I
couldn’t help but smile.
    As soon as I got out of the shower, I opened
the notepad on my iPhone and jotted down notes for the next scene.
In my closet, as I pulled down a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I
thought about how the chapter should end.
    In the kitchen, I stood in front of the
coffee pot, waiting for it to finish brewing, but I didn’t see the
coffee stream; I saw my characters, and the hotel bar where they’d
meet up with the man she’d owed money to.
    “Mom?”
    I jumped, of course. “Yeah?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “Waiting for the coffee to brew.”
    Eric walked over to the machine. “It helps
if you turn it on.”
    “Oh …”
    “We’re gonna be late. Can we just pick up
something at McDonald’s?”
    I hadn’t splurged in a while, and I used to
enjoy our drive-thru stops in the morning. “Sure.”
    I threw Eric the keys. “You definitely have
to drive. I didn’t get much sleep.”
    “You gonna be okay driving home, then?”
    I smiled at my son who’d suddenly become my
protector. “Yeah. The coffee will help.”
    Eric pulled the shifter into drive, then
turned to me. “What time did you get