Last week as I slipped away to a quiet corner in Kansas City to work on my next book, the mood was just right. David Nevue played in my earbuds, chocolate torte (my writing night treat) sitting beside my keyboard, and many thoughts for my manuscript. Several sentences in, I got a text from Nate:
“Uhhh. . . the ceiling just collapsed.”
We’ve had a nagging …
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