“I said look tough, not kill someone.”
“I didn’t kill him.” I had no energy to properly defend myself. I knew what I’d done.
“You nearly killed him. But, we could make this work for us, you may have just made me the most powerful person in this room.” He patted my back and looked at my reflection in the crystal framed mirror.
A little blurb I wrote yesterday from my WIP Given. I truck on. This is by far the hardest book I have ever written.
I title this picture "frazzled WIP writer who runs to get ideas...and is now ten pounds thinner!"