when my alarm went off. I rolled out of bed, pushing aside a stack of notebooks, pens, and manuscripts. Usually I worked with manuscripts on the computer, but every now and then a hopeful author or agent sent me a hard copy. It was time to get ready for work, but I took a ...
She closed her eyes and let the soft rocking rhythm soothe her. It’d been a long week—actually, it’d been a long few weeks. Her long, messy divorce was finally finalized and she was on her way to Seattle to visit family. The cost of flying was too high so she’d book a two ...