“Okay, now can I get back to this book?”
I laugh. Her excitement for something I’ve done at least fifty times is an excellent reminder that I shouldn't take the good things in my life for granted.
Natalie Miller included.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NATALIE
Last night Tobias and I did exactly as we planned and watched TV with takeout. We’ve planned out a schedule for writing, and in two months’ time, I will have finished my very first novel.
Two months.
Wow.
Last week, my two months from now looked a lot different.
I like this version much better.
As soon as Tobias left this morning, I set up his spare laptop and a notebook at his kitchen table, ready to work. Because, of course, despite wanting to write this book, I still have a job I love that requires my attention.
Not five minutes after I’ve logged into our platform and I’m done updating said schedules, my phone chirps with a new text. It’s from Nora and it’s in our girls’ group thread.
Nora
Should we have lunch soon?
Calla
Yes, please!
Paige
This week? I’m actually still in town. But you all knew that.
We do. Because she was here for my engagement party.
Willa
I’m free in an hour and a half.
Natalie
Lunch sounds good. I can make that work.
Calla
Me too!
Paige
I’m in.
Greer
Works for me!
Nora
