CHAPTER EIGHT
“I really, really don’t want to go, but I don’t have a choice,” Sarah lamented to Karli on their way to the airport on Wednesday morning. “I absolutely hate to fly.”
It was mid-March, and Sarah had been tasked with traveling to Denver yet again to get a handle once and for all on the inventory counts coming out of the company’s second largest manufacturing facility.
“I know,” Karli said as she reached over to pat Sarah’s hand. “But it will be over with before you know it.”
“I thought that four months ago,” Sarah sighed. “Still hasn’t happened yet.”
“Well, the sooner you get your first book out there in the world, the sooner you can get some traction,” Karli reminded her. “And eventually, it will grow to a point where you can write full-time. You just have to keep working
