I should have been a princess. Who else could stay here except royalty or the filthy rich?
You could jacuzzi and watch the sunrise while you waited for room service to deliver your latte with two shots of expresso because the warm tropical air makes you sleepy. You could nap at home. You want to soak up all this experience.
After a quick swim in the ocean, you rinse off and cuddle up in the luxurious robe you find in the closet. You finish the latte while going through the notes you made regarding your novel. This should be the final draft after tearing it down and rebuilding things 4 times, doing a lot more research, and outlining the thing repeatedly. Seven drafts should be plenty. Any other story she would have tossed by now, but not this one. It was her life’s work.
The way things usually go for her, it will be published, and movie rights will be sold soon after. Of course, there will be no book signing tours or readings. You see, it will be published posthumously.
Ha.
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