Chapter 1 Rated T.
Rory stared blankly at her computer screen. It stared blankly at her. She had never experienced writers block before, and now was definitely not the time for it. She was working for a fairly large magazine company, and had just received her first major piece. She was to review a young up-and-coming writer, her boss had supplied her with a list, she'd read their books and now…nothing. She grunted in frustration and switched the computer off. Giving up, she'd deal with it later.
Pulling her coat on she headed out to Luke's. Perhaps refueling her brain would help her out. She entered the diner and was greeted by Luke.
"Hi Rory, how you doin'?" He said, grinning at her and pouring a coffee out for her.
"Thanks Luke, you're definitely my hero of the day." She said, taking the coffee and gulping it down.
"Still no luck with the story I'm guessing?" He asked. Rory had been moping around Stars Hollow all week, whining to anyone who would listen. Eventually even Kirk was sick of her.
"Nope. All the writers are good, it's just, none of them stand out from the rest." She told him with a sigh, he nodded, looking sympathetic.
Rory was now 24, and had gotten her own apartment in Stars Hollow. She worked from her home for the magazine, she was happy with her life. It was quiet and simple, and she got to write, which she loved best. She hadn't given up her dream of being a foreign correspondent but she was wise enough to know it wasn't going to happen the day she graduated college, or even soon after. She needed experience, and working for this respected magazine was perfect for now.
She slammed her empty coffee cup down on the bench, feeling no less frustrated, and no more ready to write the greatest story either.
"Give me a BIG coffee to take away please." She told Luke, he handed it to her before she even finished the sentence. "Thanks, wish me luck."
She walked back to her apartment and flopped down, throwing the empty coffee cup in the bin. She switched the TV on, and then switched it immediately off when she remembered how terrible daytime TV was when you weren't suffering from the flu.
Forcing herself to her feet she walked over to the bookcase, glancing over all the books she had read 100 times, when one caught her eye. She squatted down and tugged at it, trying to free it from between the other books. With a final yank it slid out and she held in tightly in her hand. A small black book stared up at her, and at the bottom it read "By Jess Mariano."