The Storyteller’s Muse
For a moment, it all came tumbling in on her… trying to clear her
name, riding with a ghost in the car, fighting off the police and a
jealous housewife. What was happening? Life had been so simple once.
Each day was an exercise in order and thoughtfulness, starting with the
coffee shop, then home to write, stopping only for meals and errands,
ending before midnight as she tapped out the last words for the day.
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