But that’s okay, because it’s all to the good; even bad writing is good practice.I used to say to people, when they asked, that writing was just a...natural extension of my consciousness, an integral part of my conscious life, as natural as having a conversation with someone. Because it was. I just did it every day. I did it and hoped for the best, tried for the best. Maybe the Muse will blow in my ear today, or maybe she won’t. You just keep going; that’s what you do.It used to be a steady and. She sat there but she was on edge. With her left arm around my neck she alternated telling me to end my plan to get even with Ollie and hitting me on the shoulder with her free hand. The third time she banged my shoulder it was beginning to hurt. When she did it again I slapped her ass a few times and the next time she did it I slapped her ass harder. Her state of agitation was dwindling. The next time I slapped her ass she giggled. It became apparent that she was hitting my shoulder so I would. “Just need to off load Polly’s ticket.”As she stood talking, she noticed her nephew looking through the open bedroom door. She belatedly held a towel over herself. “Put the kettle on Tony, we’ll be down.” Fiona told him. She watched him sheepishly turn away.“He fancies you,” Ellie told her. “And now he’s seen you naked, he won’t sleep!”“He’s sixteen in two day’s, he fancies anything that breathes, including you.”“Oh I know he fancies me, guess what he said he wanted for his birthday when I. I don’t give a damn about religion, but I do care about my people. If it comes to a fight, I will join them”.Shaun nodded, “I think I need to see your father and find out how best to help”.The following month found Shaun sitting in the lounge of the King David Hotel waiting for Sharon’s father. When he arrived, they embraced and moved out to the veranda where Shaun ordered coffee. After discussing about little David and Sharon, Shaun got down to business.“How can we help?”Silverman smiled,.