What is her story about again?

Rachel Brewer slowly slips into the upstairs room of Wayside Central where her fellow writers have been diligently working away for the past several months. A few heads pop up from their computers as she enters, eyes follow as she tip-toes past, trying to appear as though she has been there the whole time. Quietly she slides into her desk chair, guiltily dropping a wrinkled, unfinished copy of her latest chapter into the publishing basket--all she has to show for a summer of skipping meetings and ignoring deadlines.

She sighes. It is hard to keep up with her writing when her classes and job demand so much of her time. Since her writing job doesn't pay much, she somehow let things start to slide; just a little at first, a meeting here and there, but pretty soon a month had past, then the whole summer had gone . . . with nary a step into the office and barely a word added to her manuscript-in-progress.

Now that she is looking around at her co-writers, she realizes just how far behind she has become. She feels neglectful of her faithful critics as well. Turning back to her blinking computer screen, she tries to concentrate. Concentrate...concentrate...

Suddenly the clock at the bottom corner of the screen reminds her that she is about to be late for a class. Grabbing her purse, she hurries back past the questioning eyes, and out the door.

Thus it continues.

--Later that day--

You (a faithful critic of all Romany Epistles) walk into Wayside Central to pick up copies of the newest chapters, which you will then take home and spill a little red ink over (very politely of course) and return in the morning. As you pass the publishing basket, you happen to glance in and notice a rather sorry looking, stained couple of pages, hastily stapled together, and thrown in haphazardly. If your curiosity gets the better of you, click here to covertly reach into the basket and take a peek...