The Red Knight is probably my favorite character. The idea of a book character being so determined to find its author makes me giggle, and I'll admit - I had fun messing with him and watching him grow more and more frustrated.
My doorbell rings. Wookie erupts into fierce little barks and I grab my tea, heading towards the door. It's too early for FedEx or UPS deliveries and my best friend Julia isn't coming by to go shopping for another hour. It leaves one possible trespasser, someone I'm not too thrilled to talk to again this morning.
"Quiet, Wookie," I tell my fluffy puppy affectionately. I push him away from the door with my foot. "Probably the neighbor complaining about me parking in his spot again, since I didn't move my car yesterday morning." I sigh. I was knee deep in my manic writing episode, which isn't a reason normal people understand.
I prepare an excuse for the neighbor. There are days when I really hate living in an apartment community. Someday, when I hit the big times and become a world famous author, that'll change. Until then, I just have to deal with the ongoing conflict for the best parking spot.
Unlocking the door, I open it.
My mouth drops open. After a moment of shock, I start to laugh. "No way!"