My mind was stirring, but I didn’t recall her getting up or going anywhere. Angie doesn’t like to drive at night, and I’m sure she would have sent me if she had a craving.
She began jabbering again faster than ever.
“Hold on. I need some coffee.”
About half a cup disappeared, and the sun began beaming through the window before I was awake enough to grasp what she was saying.
“You wrote a book last night?” I asked.
“Yes, well, kind of. I wrote part of the first draft. Listen and tell me what you think.”
After listening to a couple of pages, I began to interject my feedback. Most men know this is dangerous.
Angie had always dreamed of writing fiction, but I didn’t realize how passionate she was until this moment. We had both written non-fiction at this point, but fiction was another animal altogether.
She took most of my feedback well, until it came to a fight scene. After laughing and pointing out that fights don’t happen like that, the real battle began to break out.
“Then you write it.”
That challenge turned into our date-night project: writing “Shimmer,” our first fiction book. We have learned a lot since then and have written multiple more books. Angie and I love writing dystopian fiction and sci-fi. In addition, we have a variety of non-fiction books available.
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