Nikola takes me home, once lunch is over, and I kiss him before he rides off on his motorcycle. He’s working on a project that he is eager to return to, one that he won’t discuss with me. I don’t press, because I am the same way when I am working on something as well.
Fifteen chapters into my book, and I am eager to return to it now. It’s been making me want to be antisocial, to press forward closer and closer to the point of a rewrite. Of course that hasn’t been working, as it isn’t working right now, since when I come into my house, I see that Bez’s bicycle is in my entryway, which means that she is in the house somewhere.
I do my best writing at two in the morning these days, since everyone is asleep and nobody is demanding of my attention.