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Post by Haley Parker on Dec 8, 2010 1:10:59 GMT -5
Haley never really used to be the outright social type. She supposed the change came from being around vampires so much. Even so, she wasn’t a big one for the parties or club scenes. She would much rather go out to dinner with a couple of friends or just have a few over. So that’s why on this bustling Friday evening that she had chosen to resign to the corner of Starbucks with her writing portfolio and laptop. Her former employer had told her that she always worked too much, but he didn’t care that much, as long as she showed up when he was hungry.
She was suppose to be writing an expose on how a certain celebrity couple was having marital issues (mainly because it was thought that their soon to be child was a hermaphrodite). It was ridiculous, and she knew it was illegitimate, but it was work. After a few moments, however she had grown even more distracted by her personal projects. She loved writing things out by hand, but eventually they had to be typed onto the laptop or the typewriter, but the latter had certainly become outdated, though did she did love the old damn thing.
Even though she was living with Lavinia and Justinian, it just didn't feel right not to be working, though nowadays, she was kept pretty busy just entertaining Lavinia, and way to exhausted to do any other work. Even this petty gossip fulfilled her need to be independent, however ridiculous the material was.
So there she sat, mindlessly typing her own handwritten scrawl into her computer. It grew more and more in length as she corrected errors and added sentences trying to make each and every paragraph sound perfect. This was her problem though, the adding and subtracting and fixing. It delayed completion of just about everything she had it in her mind that she wanted to publish, so in turn, it delayed and possible income she had from her writing.
There was a surprising amount of activity around her when she looked up to blink a few times after staring at the computer screen for a little too long. Standing up, she went and ordered up another coffee, keeping a careful eye on her computer of course, and went over to add her cream. Making her way back over to the table, she held her coffee carefully.
The noise had become a little too much of a distraction, so she threw in her headphones and put iTunes on shuffle. The classical music took over the room and she took a sip of her coffee, taking a deep breath and returning to her work, soon becoming entirely immersed in the writing. She was pretty damn good at this by now, working in busy places. Her apartment is not somewhere she really ever wanted to spend her time and libraries are just too ridiculously quiet. When she had first started working at the tabloid, she petitioned for an office or cubicle, but they claimed to not have the space. No real big loss there though.
She fell into a rhythm with her typing, and for the first time in the last few months her muse was kicking her in the ass. It didn’t take her long to finish transposing her handwritten pages onto the computer, so she grabbed her notebook and started scratching away, enjoying the moment of peace.
It had only been a few moments when she caught someone tripping over her laptop bag out of the corner of her eye. Pulling out the headphones, but not really looking at the person, being so focused on the sentence she was writing. “OH.” she groped for the bag, offering her hand, “I’m so sorry, I really should be careful about where I leave that thing.” She shuffled her things around, still looking down as her cheeks flushed bright red, avoiding the person’s eyes.
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