Chapter 7
Bright dots danced at the corner of my eyes. It was time to pull away from the computer and eat something. Earlier, I’d taken a short power nap, but my very critical inner voice had ordered me to not waste this evening. So I’d brewed some coffee and settled down for a writing marathon.
Time and again, I’d found myself staring at the screen, my fingers quiet on the keyboard, lost in my thoughts. I hadn’t written anything worthy. I was stuck. My main character had decided to give me the silent treatment. Served me right. I deserved this sudden blank—I’d treated Vassilios badly.
I walked around my apartment, going from the bedroom to the kitchen, looking into the fridge for something to eat. It wasn’t too late to call David and Kaliq and be their third wheel tonight. It was still
