Harriet was sitting at her computer again for the third time that day with a bowl of popcorn in her hand. She hadn't been able to understand how she got stuck on the most pivotal moment within her novel. Normally when it came to romance she could easily write it, but the tension she had building within her was draining.
She looked at the small calendar on her desk and sighed. Apparently the October deadline she'd originally planned for the work would be delayed.
She needed time to think.
Time to refresh her thoughts.
Even Padfoot, her trusty Airedale terrier, was in agreement. As he wasn't laying his large body on her legs as he had done the months prior. He lay in the corner of the room with a bored expression and a large bone shaped pillow underneath him.
The traitor.
She stretched the muscles in her body with ease and pulled on her favorite cherry red sneakers. Just to have the illusion of doing something productive.
Ever since she moved to Santa Barbara, California she had never thought that she would reach a road block in her writing career ... and now—
She just felt like screaming.
At least it was still in the agreeable hours of rest for others in the world. Where no one would hear her bouts of pain and frustration. Even when she found that her best work often came when others were asleep.
Maybe she just needed a distraction.
A reason to allow her brain to work out its creative process.
Or—
She swallowed back a laugh. That definitely could not be it.
You denied Spencer a date. Her mind told her. Now you feel guilty.
She pulled out her phone and scrolled down to her Messages filled with endless jokes and banter coming from Mr. Pineapple Lover.
"Why do you still bother me?" She whispered into the silence.
Maybe because you're always on my mind.
The words appeared on her computer screen in bright yellow letters along with dancing pineapples.
And for the first time in five hours she felt like smiling.
Some things never changed.