~Joan~

I’d been holed up in my room since morning, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop as my fingers flew across the keyboard.

Letter after letter turned into words, and words morphed into meaningful sentences. I was writing again.

After weeks of writer’s block, the dam had finally broken, and all it had taken was a late-night moment of bliss with Aaron.

Ideas were flowing now, pouring out so fast I didn’t dare stop. If I had them coming, I might as well ...