I was sitting in Starbucks yesterday, with my eyes closed. I was inside Jess, feeling the blanket she's wearing – she's not wearing anything else; she leads an eventful existence – and every once in a while I'd open my eyes and be back in Starbucks.
When I was Jess, I didn't hear the background music. When I was in Starbucks, I did. A fine jazz sax.
We travel into our story ... not for revision, redrafting, correction or proofing. But the first time, the creating time, we make the journey all the way to our world.
In other news, got the contract for Spymaster's Lady to sign.
Gee.
Thick little thing, isn't it?
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