Writing in public
With some help from my furry co-author.
I’m sitting on the patio of a coffee shop in Truckee with my laptop battery in the red and my dog Hank sitting on my lap because his furry self is not allowed inside. A woman just came out carrying a tray of drinks and gasped—gasped—at the sight of us.
“I need a writing partner like that,” she exclaimed, laughing l…