She’s developed an annoying habit of walking up behind me while I’m writing and reading over my shoulder. Which wouldn’t be so bad, except she has an unusual talent for catching me in the middle of a sex scene. Or finishing an orgasm. Or writing something else really off colour.
I’m seriously considering belling her, like a cat.
Garnet has been sent, The North Pole is almost a third done, the next story–Forastero–has a title and a conflict, but no starting point until I figure out how The North Pole ends. I have to admit, there’s lots of perks to writing this series. Research so far consists of watching corset videos, pole dancers, and aerial silk performances.
It’s a tough life…:D