STUCK
Kagome sat on her bed, her legs crisscrossed, with her head in her hands as she stared at the screen of her laptop that was sitting in its usual spot, right in front of her on the foot of her twin sized bed. She stared at the computer screen for a full ten minutes, waiting for inspiration to strike that would send her fingers flying over the keyboard in a mad flurry to try and catch at the fleeting words in her head.
But inspiration was not striking; instead her computer's curser winked back, mocking her efforts.
Frowning, Kagome tapped at her chin, waiting another moment or so before she finally huffed, blowing air at her messy bangs. Kagome shut her laptop with a snap, a sign of surrender; she obviously was not going to get any work done today. It was time to call for backup. She picked up her phone and dialed her editor's private line.
Sango picked up on the first ring. "Kagome?" Sango's voice chirped from the receiver end, "Is the book finished?"
Kagome smiled wearily, "No," she said. She felt a stab of guilt at Sango's hopeful question. She had been asking Kagome that same question every time she called for the past three weeks-exactly when Kagome was supposed to be finished with the first draft of her new novel.
"Look I really need to talk face to face," Kagome continued, "meet me for lunch?"
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," promised Sango before she hung up.
