Knight: The Wordsmiths Book One by Harlan Christopher

Author:Harlan, Christopher
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

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Knight

I’m remembering that thought I had before, about how amazing it was that I’d gone a full two days without any drama or downturn in my mood. That seems fucking laughable right now. After what may have been the best weekend of my life, a weekend where I met a woman I’m really in to, and had some of the best moments yet in my career, I end up losing my fucking laptop. The first original story I’d started in a year—the book that may have been the one to get me on a list—was saved to its hard drive, and now it’s vanished along with my bag. I guess it’s my fault for not backing the story up, and for leaving my bag on the elevator floor, but still. Whoever took that bag and didn’t return it to the front desk is an unethical piece of shit.

I checked with the staff before the three of us left just to make sure they hadn’t gotten anything turned in that was mine. But no. No bag. No laptop. Nothing of mine was returned, and it obviously wasn’t on the elevator when I went back, which means that someone took it, saw that it was mine, and kept it for themselves. I hope that it wasn’t one of our readers, I really do, but you never know how people will behave. What if I had found a laptop with Stephen King’s latest short story on it at some hotel? I wouldn’t keep it, that’s for sure. I might read it and then give it back but I wouldn’t flat out steal it from him!

It’s time to go home.

I pack up the rest of my shit and text Everleigh. I want to go see her, but she’s rooming with her friends, so that’s out. I’d really like to see her one more time before I go. I left in a mood after an amazing evening, and now I’m not even going to get to say a proper goodbye, but it is what it is. If anyone saw us and the rumor-mill got going online that would just be the icing on the shit cake, so I just suck it up and send her the nicest text I can muster as we all get ready to head down to the car.

Me: I had the best time last night. You’re amazing, and I don’t want this weekend to be the end of things. That would break my heart. Once I get back and get settled I’ll text you and maybe I can take you out for real.

She writes back in no time, as though the phone was in her hand when she got my message.

Everleigh: Good morning! And I’d love that. It won’t help to say this, but don’t let this stop that momentum I saw. Write your story. Write our story if it helps. Whatever gets those amazing fingers hitting the keys of your computer.

Me: Our story isn’t written yet,” I write back. “But maybe I’ll jot down the first few chapters.

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