A/N: Hi again! Day 11 is here. And I only have one thing to say about this chapter... Take that, writer's block! HA!
Since this chapter is Rossi-centric, I dedicate this to my pal, Ilovetvalot. *big hugs* to you! Enjoy!
365: Day 11
Characters: David Rossi
Rating: K
The Writer
David Rossi sat in his home office, fingers resting on the keys of his laptop, poised to write the next best selling true crime novel. Fingers just waiting to move, perched on the edge of excitement. Fingers waiting to process the thoughts, fears, and emotions of the battle between good men and evil-doers.
And yet... the fingers sat perfectly still.
David Rossi stared at the blank screen, the lone black cursor flashing, tormenting him to write something. Anything!
His publisher demanded it.
His fans begged for it.
His editor yearned for it.
And yet... the fingers sat perfectly still.
He had found the white page of doom. Or as most people referred to it, writer's block!
What happened? Why couldn't he put his thoughts into words? Why couldn't he choose the right case to dissect for the masses? He had thirty years worth of cases to choose from. Thirty years of personal experiences. Thirty years of triumphs and failures. Thirty years of joy and pain.
But maybe that was the problem. He'd seen too much evil, experienced too much pain, to go about reliving it again and again.
He felt a familiar weight on his leg as Mudgie rested his head atop his master's knee. The dog glanced up at him as if he knew exactly what his master was feeling. Dave smiled at his old companion. He scratched his ears and under his chin, earning him a lick on the hand.
With a sigh, he stood. "Maybe you're right, Mudg. Some fresh air would do us both some good."
He gathered the dog's leash and a bottle of water for himself and headed out the door toward the lake on the edge of the property. The cool air and gentle breeze would help him relax, calm his nerves. And a day out with Mudg was always welcome.
And the cursor continued to blink.
01/11/2013