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He lives!

Blake - which is the tentative name of my main character - is back.

Hubs (I will take some revenge, trust me) woke me at 4:45 a.m. today to say (I kid you not), "I hear the dogs whimpering. Maybe they need to go out."

I looked at the clock and said (again, I'm not kidding), "I can't believe you woke me up to tell me that."

I lay there for a minute, listening, then said, "I hear thunder. That's why they're whimpering."

So.

You know how the story goes, right?

I got up. Hubs fell back asleep, probably before I had even extracted my second leg from the bed.

Nervous dogs and I went downstairs, where I flicked on the coffee maker and fired up the laptop.

I sat and wrote, while Pepper quivered next to me, chin on my leg. Battery power - not plugged in! I may not be the brightest candle on the chandelier, but I know better than to fry my precious laptop in a thunderstorm.

So Blake had some stuff to say this morning. He was cracking me up, as a matter of fact.

Maybe I should write at obscenely early times from now on. Kind of a punchy approach to creativity.