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I asked and subsequently realised I was talking to a pool of water. Shaking it off, I went inside. I was there about half an hour before I was supposed to be and had a key. I opened up and went inside. Taking advantage of my over punctuality, I logged on to my blog account from the store computer and typed the stories about Moira that I was 'publishing' through the blog. That's why Adam asked for the latest blogbuster. He combined blog and blockbuster, creating a new word just for my blog. I replied, "When I get a minute alone," because I was secretly using the store's computer. I couldn't afford the internet on my own and why should I? There was a perfectly good and able computer right here

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

“A writer? What kind of writing?” Joy cringed internally. She hated that question—it was almost impossible to talk about with people who weren’t writers because it inevitably led to awkwardness—so she gave her standard answer: “I’m a freelance journalist, actually.” “A journalist? That’s a first for this town.” Adam’s tone seemed, if not annoyed, at least not particularly enthused. “I write primarily for online news blogs and magazines. Depends on what kind of stories come my way.” “So you wait for something bad to happen and then cash in on it.”

" I left the comments immediately, my pulse rate increasing now. Hands shaky and urgent as I went back to the strange blog page. Ready to take action now. "What is all this? What the actual hell is all these?! I don't come online for a few days and this happens? This of all things??" Who the hell was this blogger and why was he tagging me?!