In the night I write while my loved ones slumber. I tiptoe to my computer, through the kitchen, into the office. No need for light, I know my way. Behind me I hear patter of puppy paws on the wood floor . One of my critics is following me and finds her comfort zone on a pillow underneath my desk.

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