Chapter Nine
It was a new life, not getting up in the morning at the crack of dawn, staying late at night pouring over work on her messy desk. There was no mad rush around her, no sparring conversations, no deadlines to keep her on track, and there was only the people she chose to deal with populating her life.
The novel was the first thought on her mind when she quit, thinking the time to finish the work would be like heaven. Though there was little excitement spending all her hours in front of a computer monitor. She was determined not to return to the newspaper in spite of Sam’s weekly calls to offer her everything from her old job back, to editorial assignments. But she did need more stimulation. She needed people. With that fact obvious after just two weeks on her own, she decided t
