I'd been writing for seven hours straight when Tara got home on the evening before our engagement party, which was about two weeks after I'd met Tara's parents and I was really excited. But my excitement was being dumbed down because I was too excited about the book that I was working on.
The book that I was working on was called: Based On Love. It starts off with the main character getting stabbed at school. And that moment triggers a series of events into motion. Her Dad is released from prison, she falls in love, and gets into a game of revenge with the man who had her stabbed.
I managed to get a whole chapter written that day while Tara was at the hospital. And when Tara got home she found me still sitting in front of the computer, exactly where she had left me.
"Have you been writing all day, sweetheart?" Tara came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. I just nodded, not wanting to break my concentration. "Maybe you should take a break," Tara suggested, nibbling at my ear lobe, doing her best to distract me.
"I just want to finish this bit," I replied, not responding to her touch at all.
"Wow, must be some book you're writing there," Tara pulled away from me and stood up straight. I just nodded again, still typing away on the keyboard. "I'll leave you to it then," Tara backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.
'This bit' that I was working on took me almost another hour. So when I emerged from the office I found Tara sitting at the dinning table eating her dinner.
"Yours is in the microwave," Tara informed me as I made to walk over to her, so I changed direction and detoured to the kitchen before sitting down next to Tara with my dinner.
"Thanks for dinner, and I'm sorry about before, I was on a bit of a roll," I made a point of using my manors before shovelling the food into my mouth.
"It's okay, I understand, I guess I just didn't realise what I was getting myself into when I told you it would be a good idea for you to focus on your writing," Tara informed me.
"Do you regret telling me that?" I asked in between mouthfuls.
"Shit no, I think it's good that you can devote so much energy into something you love so much, I just wasn't prepared for how much energy that would be or how passionate you really are about writing," Tara explained.
"It's not going to be like that everyday, I was just on a roll," I informed her.
"Well I hope you didn't cut your roll short on my account or anything," Tara commented.
"Kinda, but it's all good, I can pick it up again in the morning," I reassured her. "Besides it'll give me time to marinate over what's happening in the book," I concluded.
"If you're sure," Tara said.
"Of course I'm sure," I caressed her thigh. "I haven't seen you all day, I want to spend time with you. How was your day, my love?"
"It was alright, I assisted on a C section today, that was interesting," Tara informed me and I gave her my full attention as she continued to tell me about her day. I always found Tara's work stories really interesting. "So, what's happening in your book?" Tara asked as I washed the dishes.
"Sydney's Mum is in hospital and she's having a hard time dealing with it," I informed Tara.
"Holy shit, what happened?" Tara gasped.
"Gillian had her beaten up to send Sydney a message," I explained. "It's pretty bad, she's on life support and everything," I concluded.
"That does sound pretty bad, what's Sydney going to do about it?" Tara asked.
