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XD Yeah, most of us tend to end up writing rather late…or so late it’s early, lol. I try not to…lots of admirable intentions that way, if it counts at all. 😛

That’s cool! Makes sense, too. I honestly never even thought about the difference between writing for a career versus not until recently, when I’m trying to balance it between finishing school, working a job/jobs, etc. Writing continuously just takes SO much time and effort! And the more you write, the easier, yet so much harder it is. Really is work, even if it’s work you’re super passionate about, as it is in my case. XD Pretty sure that was kinda a tangent, though…oh well.

Bah! I hate that question. 😛 Horrible doesn’t begin to describe how bad I am at describing my own writing or WIPs. Lol! And the plot has changed tremendously since I last wrote a summary blurb thing. Grr. How about a snippet instead? Haha. That’s WAY easier…though the formatting messed up, my eternal frustration. 🙂

   Antonia was dusting in the front of the shop, leaving Giorgia and Lindsay to finish in the back, when her cell phone rang. Her ear caught the familiar tune from across the room where she’d set her phone on the counter, and she extricated herself from the hats and gloves, and climbed down her stepladder to cross the room. 

   Just too late to catch it, she picked her phone up and flipped it open to see that it’d been an unknown number that’d called. She set it back down and went back to finish dusting the shelf, only to hear her phone beep a couple minutes later. Apparently the caller had left a voicemail. She crossed the room, duster in hand, to flip it open, and listened to the recorded message.

   “Hello, Antonia.”

   The words hit her like a bucket of ice water. Jordan? 

   “You seem to be one of those wise people who don’t answer unknown numbers.” 

   Here he chuckled, and Antonia shivered. 

   “Don’t delete this message- keep listening, if you would. I only want to clarify things for you a little. It might have been easier if you’d listened to me a week and a half ago. But regardless, I’ll lay out the situation now.” 

   What else could the man want from her? she wondered, feeling her temperature beginning to rise. She set her duster down on the counter and clutched the phone as his voice continued…

Also, if you’re writing at any point today and want to do word wars, I’ll probably be writing pretty much the whole day.