”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.”
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for the prompt and Yvette Prior for the photo!