What do you think?
Here’s another example of riff-writing when Diane waits for her release in the solarium.
As a condition of my release, I’ve agreed to see Dr. Macias on an outpatient basis. How I hate this process. The poking and prodding. The “look at this, Diane, tell me what you see, think back to your childhood, do you remember anything” questions.
Nine-forty A.M. and the doctor’s late. Perhaps she’s forgotten our appointment. She has so many patients to see. I wonder if she’d miss me if I left and never returned?
I glance toward the glass cubicle at the far end of the corridor. A gray-haired man in a dark suit and glasses is talking to a nurse.