The Field and Adams Siblings
"So, you're telling me, the two of you are not actually related," a questionable gaze rested on my face.
"Nope, we don't share any DNA. We are just really good friends," Scott rubbed the top of Honey's head, something you would see real siblings do. They always acted very close, and they looked decently similar. Honey had straight hair, which marked their most different feature.
"I don't believe it. I have decided you two are lying and I will never shop here again," it was clear I was merely joking around, as I placed a new stack of comics down by Scott. I found the small picture-esk books very easy to get through, so I had to buy more and more. Along side the thin novellas, I got a few D&D supplies, such as a cute looking pair of dice. Everyone had offered me some of their old materials, but my stubbornness didn't allow me.
Honey laughed, a sound sweeter than her, "We've know each other since we were babies. Our moms were best friends."
I nodded, "ah so you are basically twins then?"
Scott joined his 'sister' in laughing, "yea pretty much."
"I just always assumed you two would be honest with me," I fake cried, playing up my hurt like a drama queen, "I don't know if I will ever be able to trust anyone here."
"Oh hush, you don't get to be Holier than us when you use a pen name," the curly haired shopkeeper sassed to me. He had a point, while my pen name was close to my real name, there were differences.
Honey tossed both of us an odd look, "Eden isn't your name?"
I shook my head, "kinda. Eden Blair Thomas is kinda my name."
Scott cut me off before I could explain more, "Eden Briar Thomasin Byrne. Googled your name when you first moved in."
"Ok weirdo, totally not a stalker," I laughed a bit, not really caring. We shared a lot of small details about us, and it was no surprise when they found out my real line of work.
The chitchat continued on for a bit, talking about nothing really. I stayed mingling around the shop for much longer after I had paid. I enjoyed spending time with them, but unlike me, they had a more structured job, and couldn't abandon their work to talk to a friend.
My work, on the other hand, allowed to take long breaks. As long as I sent something to my editor by midnight, everything was fine.
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The clock ticked over to 11pm. The caret line blinked, seemingly getting quicker and quicker the longer it stayed still. I had yet to type more than a thousand words in the last two hours, and it didn't seem like I would write anymore than my deadline. I had to get this out as quick as I could. Once again, I procrastinated the finishing chapter for Birds of a Feather. It was time to finish up this book in the series, but my heart didn't want to. I knew it was time, this one had been the longest to date, and everything was done, but needed to tie up the ends. But the caret blinked, no letters joining the blank page.
The clock blinked 11:20, and two paragraphs had been added. I stopped again, not knowing where to continue on. I needed more, but the more I raked my brain, the less ideas I had.
The clock blinked 11:30. Foxer wanted to go out, so I took a few minutes to get fresh air on the patio. I bounced ideas off of him, despite knowing he couldn't do anything to help me. He was a dog, and also illiterate. Neither of which touch on the fact he has no clue what my books were about. Even if he could read, it would take hours for him to know what to do next.
The clock had blinked 11:45 before I returned to my keyboard. Another few hundred words were added to the document before I sighed. Nothing sounded good to me, and as I read through, more and more of the last chapter was deleted.
I stopped trying before the clock hit midnight. I shut the computer down and sent the last few pages to my editor, from my phone. My head hurt, my hands hurt, and my heart hurt when looking at Foxer's big sad eyes.
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'Sad news my lovely reader, Birds has officially ended.... I jest, book 4 has ended. Birds will continue on, but it will be on break until, who knows. Fallen and Angles will continue on, blah blah blah, everyone is most likely annoyed with everything always changing around. I feel comfortable enough saying nothing is going to change around.
I have completely settled into my house, as has Foxer.
Your favorite author who is too tired to do a full update, Eden Blair Thomas."
Multiple yawns had escaped my mouth during the writing of the last few lines of text. I had little to no energy to continue on. Once again, I could procrastinate doing anymore work.
I settled down on my bed, watching Netflix and eating microwaved pizza. I wanted to take my mind of all anything book related, at least for a couple of days. As much as I wanted to have everything together, I needed to go shopping a bit more. Allow myself to eat more than leftovers and take out. Foxer had been eating better than me, and it started to take its tole on me.
Over the last few months I saw myself getting worse and worse. Putting all my time towards distracting myself from Smith. I knew deep down that starting up a new novel was just another way to amuse my empty brain.
Maybe I would go see a doctor, get some better nutrients in my body, spend less time in front of a screen. But that could start when I woke up. For now, Foxer and I would try to unwind.