On a cold lonely mid-March day, our surly woman Michelle stared at her computer screen in debate on what story to write next . . .
. . . when suddenly she remembered something. The night before, she had a dream involving a country man and his magical stone. She closed her eyes and watched the drama take place in her imagination, as her fingers typed in the descriptions of each scene. A story took shape.
She worked many days and sleepless nights with this story. Time passed as it usually does. The last week of March was left behind along with the whole month of April. May appeared, and with it a wonderful thing.
She finished her story, The Stone Man. Elation filled her, which turned into astonishment. The surly woman realized it had taken her two months to write a story. She felt a little bad about that, because she could remember the times when she procrastinated with her writing. Yet she pushed those emotions aside. She reveled in her pride of finishing her manuscript, although there was still so much work left to do involving editing and revisions and the query stage . . .
. . . let’s tell her after she wakes up.