When Dreams Come True (The Star Series Book 1) by M. Stratton

them on what looked like a poster rack and she started flipping through them. “See, the ones here are my next deadlines. Either finishing my first draft, cover design, rewrites, betas, more rewrites, first round of editing, and yes, more rewrites. Another round of editing, rewrites, and then finally out to my clean readers, then final rewrites. After that, it goes to formatting and then upload for publishing. We have everything color-coded by what has been done and what’s next, and Hannah can write on here when the next deadline is. When I finish one up and move to the next, she adjusts and moves the boards around.”
    “Wow.” He flipped through them. “How many do you have here?”
    “About fifteen.”
    He turned and looked at her. “You have fifteen stories in one phase or another? How can you keep it all straight?”
    “Well, normally I don’t have this many, but I’ve been writing more than usual lately. All I need to do is go back to my board and everything comes back to me, which is why I have them. The hardest part for me is flipping back and forth between first and third person. The book dictates which one I use to write, but sometimes it takes me a few thousand words to get back in the swing of the tense of the book. Plus, it also helps me remember everything when it’s time to do interviews about the books. We have a storage room downstairs which houses the old ones.”
    “Do you have the storyboard from the book I was your muse for?” He came up behind her and started nibbling on her neck.
    “No, I didn’t have the room to do the boards then.” She leaned her head back on his shoulder so he could get better access to her neck.
    “That’s a shame. I’d love to see what you had put on my board.” His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her tight to him.
    “Well, I’m about to see more than I want,” Hannah said as she walked into the room with a tray of food and sat it down at the table. “Soup’s on.” She turned to look at them. “You might want to eat the food and stop nibbling on Lissa; the show is starting.” She nodded behind her where the clouds were rapidly building.
    They sat down to eat and he was still full of questions. “Three computers. Why do you need three?”
    “I have one I write on, another I do research on and the third is for social media only. That way, if I need it I can have all three up and not have to keep flipping back and forth between screens and pages on one laptop.”
    “So, you do all three at once? Shouldn’t you concentrate on one at a time?”
    “Sometimes I need to look up something quickly while I’m writing, or I need to focus on something else to clear my head, or I have online obligations. Everything I need is on that one. Hannah really keeps me organized and on track. I’m able to do what I do because of her.”
    “I can understand that, because I don’t know what I’d do without Beau. And I must say the two of them are working really well together. They were able to pull this surprise off in record time.”
    “Oh, shit, what day is it?” Lissa jumped up and went to her laptop, bringing up a calendar. “Well, that sneaky little dirty dog.”
    “What?”
    She walked back and sat down. “She must have had two calendars going for me. I was scheduled to have a video chat with my editor today, and I had other obligations for tomorrow, and they’re all gone. I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on her.”
    He grabbed her hands. “No, you’re not. You are to sit back and do what you do. Write, and let her do the rest. You must admit, this was a nice surprise.”
    “A very nice surprise. I may just start to like them.”
    “Then allow them to plan more.”
    “Well, maybe…” Lissa grinned at him.
    “Excellent. Now, since your schedule is completely open…”
    “I wouldn’t say it was completely open.”
    “Oh, really? Care to explain?”
    “I happen to have a very intelligent, sexy man with a velvety-smooth voice