My friend who lives across the street (and who is a writer too) sent me this pic...

My friend who lives across the street (and who is a writer too) sent me this picture of her dog Louie. The dog climbed the stairs to her third floor office to deliver a look of naked need just as she sat down to write. Every time I look at this photo I laugh out loud. This is how it is with writing. You sit down and someone needs something.
These autumn mornings are dark and I want to stay in bed.
But I have been setting the alarm so that I am up early, getting the work done before all the...