La_Reina
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"Zoe you're a month behind deadline. I can't keep postponing this book. Either you have it or you don't." Zoe stared up at her agent as she ranted on how her book being late would derail this book signing and possibly a movie deal. Zoe sighed. She was tired and had the worst case of writer's block. Too much real life was cutting into her writing time.
"Look, go back out to the C-I-W (Cabin in Woods) and finish the book. It worked before right," her agent prompted. Zoe couldn't deny it and before she could say anything her agent was already making the plans. Zoe wouldn't have to do anything, but pack a bag and drive over 2 hours away to one of the most remote and slightly boring places she had ever been. It was like time out for adults.
3 days later and Zoe was staring up at the Cabin. If by Cabin you mean a big house with running everything, two back up generators, two big freezers probably already stocked for her, and a hot tub in the back. The only reason Zoe could still call it a cabin was the frame of the house was made out of wood. Zoe had to admit the solitude did help her write.
Zoe unpacked and looked around the cabin checking everything. As usual her agent put her on a healthy diet, the woman was a health freak, and there was not one source of fattening in the whole place. It didn't matter Zoe was 130lbs perfect for her 5'5 frame. Hell, there wasn't even any butter. Zoe would have to go shopping probably tomorrow. Grabbing some carrots Zoe set up her laptop and began typing.
Zoe found a stopping part and looked at the clock. 3:24 am. Zoe sighed. She missed dinner. Stretching she got in bed and went to sleep. When she woke up it was the same routine: Grab a snack, write until her body screamed sustenance, eat, then write some more until she was ready to pass out. Zoe also found the problem to her book. It didn't flow right and she pretty much ended up rewriting everything and changing this and that. It was going a bit better considering she basically was writing a whole new book.
Zoe sent a rough draft to her agent after 3 weeks. At first the woman was aghast that the whole book had to be rewritten which meant another 2 or 3 months before Zoe was ready for editing, but after reading the changes her agent was excited. This was good and she had some plans on promoting something or another. Zoe hung up her cell phone feeling for the first time really good. She turned back to the laptop eager to start on the fight scene.
"Zoe you're a month behind deadline. I can't keep postponing this book. Either you have it or you don't." Zoe stared up at her agent as she ranted on how her book being late would derail this book signing and possibly a movie deal. Zoe sighed. She was tired and had the worst case of writer's block. Too much real life was cutting into her writing time.
"Look, go back out to the C-I-W (Cabin in Woods) and finish the book. It worked before right," her agent prompted. Zoe couldn't deny it and before she could say anything her agent was already making the plans. Zoe wouldn't have to do anything, but pack a bag and drive over 2 hours away to one of the most remote and slightly boring places she had ever been. It was like time out for adults.
3 days later and Zoe was staring up at the Cabin. If by Cabin you mean a big house with running everything, two back up generators, two big freezers probably already stocked for her, and a hot tub in the back. The only reason Zoe could still call it a cabin was the frame of the house was made out of wood. Zoe had to admit the solitude did help her write.
Zoe unpacked and looked around the cabin checking everything. As usual her agent put her on a healthy diet, the woman was a health freak, and there was not one source of fattening in the whole place. It didn't matter Zoe was 130lbs perfect for her 5'5 frame. Hell, there wasn't even any butter. Zoe would have to go shopping probably tomorrow. Grabbing some carrots Zoe set up her laptop and began typing.
Zoe found a stopping part and looked at the clock. 3:24 am. Zoe sighed. She missed dinner. Stretching she got in bed and went to sleep. When she woke up it was the same routine: Grab a snack, write until her body screamed sustenance, eat, then write some more until she was ready to pass out. Zoe also found the problem to her book. It didn't flow right and she pretty much ended up rewriting everything and changing this and that. It was going a bit better considering she basically was writing a whole new book.
Zoe sent a rough draft to her agent after 3 weeks. At first the woman was aghast that the whole book had to be rewritten which meant another 2 or 3 months before Zoe was ready for editing, but after reading the changes her agent was excited. This was good and she had some plans on promoting something or another. Zoe hung up her cell phone feeling for the first time really good. She turned back to the laptop eager to start on the fight scene.
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