Conversations with Mr. Devlin

Me in the morning...when Mr. Devlin breaks the talking ban.
The alarm blaring through the baby monitor in the living room tells me it's five am and I've been in a writing blackout for over an hour. On the side table next to me a full cup of coffee, now cold, sits forgotten. Any minute my husband is going to come down the stairs and my writing time will be over. I got three more minutes. Mr. Devlin wanders downstairs, sleep wrinkled and looking cuter than ever. He sits on the couch across the room, and aware of the talking ban in effect before the kids wake up, he just looks at me. And, keeps looking.
Me: "Yes?" I ask without looking away from my computer.
Hubby: "What ya doin'?"
Me. "Writing." I type faster, hoping he'll get the hint.
He doesn't.
Hubby: "I thought you finished your book."
Me: Sigh. "I did finish it, this is a new one. I'm writing a couple of different ones."
Silence. I get in another two paragraphs.
Hubby: "So, what's, this one about?"
Me: "Shape shifters."
Hubby: "Like the ones on Fringe with the prongs in their mouths?"
Me: I look up for the first time. "No. Its about a man who shape shifts into an animal. Ya know, white lights and magic."
Hubby: "What's the plot?"
Me: "You're kidding right?"
Hubby: He smiles at me, very innocent, very 'I'm aloud to break the talking ban because I'm so damn cute.' "Nope."
Me: "It's about a snow leopard who returns to his home in Alaska where his father has been murdered. He does stuff, falls in love with an angel, solves the crime and gets the girl."
Hubby: Snort. "Snow leopards don't live in North America."
Of course that is the only information he notices.
Me: I shake my head. "Go back to bed."
That concludes 'Conversations with Mr. Devlin' for today. Stay tuned for more!