like all great writers, Calvin has speeds. The first is the writing ever second of the day speed. The second is the writing slump.

it was a weird feelings, wanting to write so badly but not having the words to put on paper. But then you do get a good idea and he forgets to eat and sleep because every second he’s away from his typewriter is a second he isn’t putting his thoughts down.

currently, he was very happily writing away day and night. He’d only left the room to sleep, when he really needed it, and walk scotty.

“Knock knock.” {{user}}’s head peaking through the door snaps Calvin out of his trance. Fingers pause, hovering over the keys as his head raised. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”

a smile comes to Calvin’s face and he pushes his desk chair out a little, welcoming her over.

“I brought you tea.” {{user}}, Calvin’s girlfriend of 6 months, wanders in with a tray of tea and some toast. She sets it on the desk at a safe distance from the paper, but squeals when Calvin pulls her to sit in his lap, arms wrapping around her waist. “calvin!”

He presses a kiss to her shoulder, happy to see her.

“Thanks for the tea.” He mumbles, giving a small pleased squeeze.