”You can tell I left here in a hurry last night,” she thought to herself as she attempted to clean up the mess on her desk.
“At least I took my laptop out of the filth,” she thought as she wondered why she had put a liquor bottle on her desk. She must have really been desperate.
She was on the third draft of her third novel. It had been a late night. The door swung open and there stood her agent.
”I have news,” he cried. “Your second novel has just been accepted by the publisher.”
She fainted.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for the prompt and Yvette Prior for the photo!
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