Chapter 16: He hired me because I'm a loser.

“This is writing, Steve-o. Who’s to say what’s possible and what isn’t?”

Steve stopped walking, turned full on towards her, and pointed a finger at her. “Did you get laid last night?” He asked.

“What?” She felt her face instantly flush. She hated it when she blushed. Made her feel all stupid and girly. Not a strong woman. (She’d never, ever, spell it ‘womyn’. That was just going too far.)

He smiled. “You did, didn’t you?”

“What? No!”

“Uh huh.” A grin slid its way across his face. “Then how do you explain the suddenly uplifted attitude?”

“I don’t know,” she did her best to squirm while walking. “But I didn’t. Nothing happened, okay?”

“Then what changed?” He sounded skeptical.

Her first reaction was a happy one. “I don’t—I think the muse is coming.”

“What?”

“I wrote last night and I felt good about doing it, okay?”

“So what?”