While deeply
involved in the writing process, much of my time is spent leaning back, arms
crossed, staring intensely at the computer screen working things out in my
mind. One night, I sat at the kitchen table beside Ray’s desk to write. Apparently,
he’s never actually seen me working and was rather unnerved by the passionate
expression I had.
He said, "It looks like you're plotting someone's murder.”
And I replied, "I am."
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