Given my lack of inspiration the day before, I wasn’t looking forward to waiting for the muse to strike. But it was either the study or Lee’s mother and I wasn’t in the mood to torture myself, so I trudged upstairs with the heavy steps of a condemned man. Somehow I had expected the unhurried life of a writer to be much more than this…this waiting to write.
I turned on the computer and expected to waste half the morning on something stupid, like looking at free porn on the Internet, or maybe cleaning the dust out from between the rows on the keyboard.
The last thing I was ready for was the sudden flash of creativity that lit up my mind like high noon.
The minute I entered the study, the dam of writer’s block inside me loosened and the story rushed out, washing through me with a rush of
