Entryway after, with bookcase:
So this is the monstrosity that has kept my writing from being fully nurtured this summer, and the culprit behind incurring the insufferable pain my car has endured, but the customers seem to like it since they keep having me do stuff. I’ve heard plenty of stories of writing contest winners who have children and jobs, and yet find time to write in the off hours, so I guess I can’t complain, but darn it, I wanna live the writer’s life. In any case, the magical money trick is complete and the ship is safe until the next summer storm.
Of course, no day goes by without the attendance of my faithful partner in crime, Mr. Zeek the dog.
He spots me, and I’m through until I give him Scott time.
He’ll even chew on my shoes if I don’t comply.
Ultimately, I cave for the sake of being able to get to work.
No day begins until he gets what he wants. What a spoiled pupper.