Manuscript
Jan 6th, 2026 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The rain pelted the window as I typed the last few pages of my manuscript. It was past midnight, and I had been working for hours with a cold cup of coffee on my desk. My agent advised that it would be in my best interest to have it ready by tomorrow morning, my first novel.
Thunder filled the sky, and my dog Bree ran under bed, my concentration never faltering.
As I typed “The End,” a flash of lightning lit the sky, and the electricity went out.
I didn’t have a chance to hit save before the power outage.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher