9 February 2008
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 14
I spent the next few weeks fully immersed in my new book. Georgie had loved the pages I’d re-written, and that had sparked a desire to finally finish the damned thing. I wrote like mad for hours at a time, sometimes not even stopping to eat, and by the end of three weeks, I found myself at the end of the book, two weeks earlier than my deadline.
But that left me at loose ends, which I really hated. While I was writing, I could distract myself from thinking about Orlando and the stupid position I’d gotten myself into with him, but without my manuscript open in front of me, all I was left with was empty time and a mind all too eager to fill it with thoughts I really didn’t need.