Stories Of Paper: Unwritten Love

Cake smeared all over my face. I am currently laying on the floor of the coffee shop. My eyes are closed trying to hide myself from the embarrassment of the situation. How did I get here? Well I'll fill you in. It started with a call from my publisher at the beginning of the week, telling me about this grand opportunity to have a book published by one of the most profound publishing companies. They apparently have read a few of my novels and reached out to her personally. They want a contemporary romance novel consisting of 70,000 words. They already had a publish date scheduled with another author who ended up having a family emergency. So they reached out to Angie (My agent) to see if I could pull off the task in three weeks. Isn't that a direct kick in the balls? At first I was excited, as Angie and I discussed the specifics, it made me very grateful I didn't have to speak with them directly. I don't know why but my spirit was crushed after hearing the news. It was as if I wasn't their first choice but they were taking one for the team and choosing me to fulfill their company's blunder. When in reality they should be owning that sh8it. People make mistakes and have life mishaps ruin plans all the time. Cue the tears for the other author, whomever they are. After angrily brewing this thought in my mind for a good hour. I had to put these feelings to the side. Angie and I both deserve a shot with this publishing company. I searched my files to find just the right story to work on. Apparently, I sh8it the bed on that too. I had no more notes, short stories, or outlines left. I try my damnedest to plan ahead and take as many little hints down for a rainy day like this. So Many Rainy Days! I used them all. I started reading some of my favorite authors' works. Watching movies. Researching which sub genres that are trending at the moment. Blank. Still so blank that my mind isn't even creating dreams while I'm sleeping. I rely on those very heavily. Feeling so helpless I called in the brigade. Nina had informed me that I need to get out of that hermit shell and spend some time in the human world. Well how wonderful that sounds while hanging out with your best friend. I know what you are thinking. Katie does laying on the floor of a coffee shop, shoveling cake in your face really provide that quick wit that you always have? That's a big fat no! Not my plan at all. Though if that's all it took at this point to come up with just one tiny plot I could roll with, I would do just that. Take it any day of the week. If I could be completely honest with all of you… I have done so many racy, unimaginative, inappropriate things to get a story that would make a s*x worker blush. s*x worker? Prostitute? What is it they want to be called? Any way getting off track here, you get the point. My choice of the sticky floor here at Dan's Cafe is not on the list.