Sara sighed despondently and stared at the blinking cursor on her computer screen. When she'd been miserable in her day job… When her comfortable but unsatisfying relationship with her boyfriend, Nathan, had ended after two years… When her mother was dying… Sara had coped with those hard times by throwing herself into her work and disappearing into the world of her novels. Immersing herself in the fiction she created, and which often controlled her as much as she controlled it. Writing was not only Sara's passion and her obsession, it had also been a solace to her in times of grief. It was a healthy, satisfying, productive means of exorcising her demons and focusing her energy when the rest of her life was going to hell. And now, when she needed her concentration so much, when her career was on the line, when her very identity as a writer was in question… She had produced a grand total of two paragraphs all day. And they were both crap.
