The life of a 'for free' writer on SoL, contrary to what you might expect, it's not a series of parties and galas and cavortings with international supermodels. Or even hamburgers across the table from brunettes with crazy smiles and goofy senses of humor.
Sadly, it's coming home from a real job that keeps the lights on and industry going in America, and it's making a meal, eating, doing domestic things, then sitting down and hoping that one's muse, the irreplaceable Dorable, is in a mood to tell stories.
That;s reality. This week's reality is a five hundred mile drive, a couple of days looking at some of that decaying infrastructure and deciding how best to throw three or four hundred thousand dollars of private-sector money at it so that the people up north can keep their lights on.
and I'm hoping that in that long drive, Dorable comes up with some good ideas and wants to talk about them.
Dorable? Five-two. Blonde hair. Kinda plump in sthe sexiest of ways. Oh so delectable. And moody.
And there is a wrap-up chapter of Becky at the editor's place.