5
Annie
I sat in the outhouse taking care of business, staring at the dried pine boards making up the door two feet from my face.
Ten days at the homestead, and I’d already written close to fifty-thousand words. Just over half-way through book one of three I planned to complete. I was well on my way and enjoying the quiet, eating whenever I wanted, on no one’s schedule but my own.
Drinking a pot of coffee throughout the morning helped wake me, hiking in the afternoon refreshed my mind, and settling in with my computer after dinner again gave me a sense of accomplishment before the daylight hours even ended.
A stir-fry of canned chicken, peas, and rice sat on the back of the wood stove waiting for me once I finished in the outhouse.
Another perfect day even if my characters had all bu
