She wrote in the same café every day. It was cheap, warm and the ritual appealed to her. She sat at the same table and laid out her notes the same way, each morning. She tried not to think about herself as “an author” or her stories getting published. She just wanted to take her characters for a walk, tell their stories, create her world. Being unemployed helped. She could concentrate. She knew where the whole series was going, “the narrative arc” as her software called it. She sipped her tea, watched the screen and waited for inspiration to appear.