He smiled softly and kissed his fiancé on the forehead. He then went to get out clothes for Emile, later making him a small breakfast. After a while, just around 1:00, he softly woke him up.
Babe, it's 1, I gave you an hour and a half to get up, get dressed, and get there, so don't worry.
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
