WHO WAS HE?

EMILY

After Mike left, I retired to my office to see the new piece of equipment Olivia had gifted me with. It was a brand new laptop. A brand recognized as the best. I’ve been wanting a computer like that for a long time.

I could write my novels with it, but I could also set up my covers, my advertising materials. Any new novel needed a bit of promotion. A brief story about the subject of the book, set up spectacularly, attracted thousands of readers. I loved doing everything on my own and not depending on others.

At first, I was working with a graphic designer, but we never got along. Either I didn’t know how to explain or he found it hard to understand the feelings my work was supposed to express.

I sat down at the computer with a mad desire to write. When I saw myself in front of it, alone, my mind froze, giving place to a great emptiness, as if someone had come in and wiped out all the ideas I’d had a moment before.

I sat hoping that I had still got out at least a few ideas th