Yesterday was a long day, and there promises to be many more long days as I write this next book, BLIND MAGIC (title not final yet).
So my husband came home from work and said, “You look tired.”
“Yeah well, this book is a mess. I don’t know how I’ll do it.”
He laughed and said, “You always say that.”
“This time I mean it.”
“You mean it every time.”
“I mean it MORE this time. The book is not working. And by the way, I don’t care how dangerous it is, no one can live in a vacuum. Everyone talks to someone. No one can’t not talk to someone!”
My husband nodded like that sentence actually made sense. Then you know what he did? He bought me this:
It was delicious!