Natalie
4
“Natalie!” Amy yelled as she entered the hotel room that Warren had put us up in.
“In here,” I called back.
My fingers were flying across my keyboard. They were hardly keeping up with my brain, which was spitting ideas at me faster than I’d seen in a year. Everything was coming together. The entire year of a dry spell had ended.
Words.
Beautiful words.
They had finally returned to me.
I almost wanted to cry with relief.
I’d thought I was broken. For so long, I’d believed that I didn’t have it in me anymore to write a novel. My whole life, I’d wanted to be a writer. And, now that I was finally being published, I couldn’t write a damn thing. How cruel!
And yet, here they were again.
Bright, shiny, glorious words, sentences, paragraphs, even pages.
“I had the most incred
