It took me a while to get to writing today, but I thought of a new character (a new character! just what I need) while I was doing some errands this afternoon. So I left Brady and Naomi waiting in the bar at the Prime Quarter having a drink and went back to Better Than Mom's (Where We Don't Have To Tell You To Clean Your Plate) and wrote this:
During that first week, every time Fay walked down the length of the café she could not help looking at the lone man in the last booth. He sat with his back to the end wall of the building and had pads of paper, pens, and pencils spread all over the top of the table. When she approached his booth to offer him a coffee warm up he could either hunch over the paper in front of him or, if he saw her coming nearer, he would flip the page so that all that was visible was a blank page. The next time she leaned into the pass through to slide an order into the carousel she motioned Brady closer. “Who is the geek in the back booth that is always writing?” she asked. “Oh, that is Steve. Stevie the scribbler some of the regulars call him.” “What is he writing?” “I do not know, and you should not ask him.” “Why not?” “Because it is nosy and what he is writing is none of your beeswax, that is why.” “Humph.”
He's a writer. What a surprise.
Bob, Eva can have hair only when she's having sex if you want her to. Remember, it's your story, you can make them do whatever you want. Mwa-ha-ha-ha!
Jenny & Adam, where are you?
Daily total: 1969 words
Running total: 46,262 words
--Barbara
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