Font Size:
But my mind is a million miles away.
It’s back with my characters, Emmett and Ava, with the fundamental problems between them. It’s wondering how there can ever be a happy ending with the disastrous past creating a chasm in the middle of their love story.
And I just can’t see it.
But when dinner’s finally over and all of my friends are up dancing, I sneak away to the deck, pop open my laptop, and settle in on the couch with a piece of cake to do my darnedest to figure this story out.
Because whether I know where it’s going or not, whether I feel inspired or not, this deadline is rapidly approaching.
And the next Abigail Fox novel isn’t going to write itself.
* * *
