of a writer. Well, this writer.
Go to work at the non-writing job and spend most of the time working but with half of my brain thinking about VZ and when he first meets B at the airport and wondering whether or not B really knew DC’s dad or if he’s bluffing or if it’s just a non-issue. In other words, even though I was working, my brain was writing.
After work I went to a local school to pick up Oliver
Then I gathered up all my notes on DC and the research books on flying but haven’t put a word down on paper. Still. Why?
I don’t know.