Kate
January 5
12:58 AM
The inspiration came in a dream, late on a Friday night. Or, as I thought as I glanced at the top of my glowing screen, very early on a Saturday morning.
I rubbed my eyes and braided my hair as I examined the words that I had written, changing a few things here and there. But overall I was pleased, it seemed I was over my block, and perfect timing, my agent wanted a new storyline to sell to the publisher.
"Kate?" Matt called blurrily from the bedroom, waking to an empty bed.
"Working." I called back softly.
"Get your butt back to bed." He ordered and I laughed.
"But I'm writing again." I said.
"I'm tired, and I need you to sleep." My husband said as he padded into my workroom, his hair messy and pajama pants wrinkled.
"You married the wrong sister then," I joked, tilting my face to catch his kiss, which as always, stole my breath. "Hannah is known to sleep soundly."
"Naw," Matt scraped his whiskers on my face to make me laugh, which I did. "Jonas woulda tried to kick my ass." He peeked at my screen.
"Go away! Mathew, you know I don't like people reading unfinished work." I shoved him and to my annoyance, he didn't budge.
"It looks good to me, Honey." He said, "Your inspiration will still be there tomorrow."
"Maybe," I replied absently, chewing my lip and fixing a few sentences to run smoother.
Matt slouched in the chair he had placed in the room for this very reason, so he could quietly watch my fingers flying over the keys.
It took a few minutes, but eventually, I pressed send, and pushed back my chair with a contented sigh.
"My editor will get the overview when she wakes up, and then she'll stop bugging me, at least until the next deadline." I looked at my husband to find him sleeping quietly. "Damn," I muttered. "I must be working him too hard."
Thanks to the Granite brothers' hard work, our bookstore was almost done in less then a year. I'd have to place my first order of books in the morning.
I'd yawned and nudged Matt awake with my foot. "Come on, Matt," I said "Lets go back to bed."