FADE IN:
INT. NEW ENGLAND VICTORIAN CUPOLA - MORNING
Black labradoodle HUDSON yawns, stretches, circles around himself, then settles in on top of two bare feet, under a messy-in-a-healthy-kind-of-way maple desk.
The CLICK CLICK CLICK of fingers on computer keyboard pierces the quiet, along with the salty breeze that billows in through windows on all four walls of the tiny writing studio perched high above both roof and tree line.
A hand reaches down to stroke Hudson's head. He looks up at a smile.
Meet SHARI D. FROST, a woman with a story or two to tell and all day to tell them (with a little help from chocolate and a fridge full of Coke 0.)
She peers out the window toward the distant sliver of azure ocean, then returns her attention to her computer, and types...
FADE IN:
Photo by Joseph Puleo
INT. NEW ENGLAND VICTORIAN CUPOLA - MORNING
Black labradoodle HUDSON yawns, stretches, circles around himself, then settles in on top of two bare feet, under a messy-in-a-healthy-kind-of-way maple desk.
The CLICK CLICK CLICK of fingers on computer keyboard pierces the quiet, along with the salty breeze that billows in through windows on all four walls of the tiny writing studio perched high above both roof and tree line.
A hand reaches down to stroke Hudson's head. He looks up at a smile.
Meet SHARI D. FROST, a woman with a story or two to tell and all day to tell them (with a little help from chocolate and a fridge full of Coke 0.)
She peers out the window toward the distant sliver of azure ocean, then returns her attention to her computer, and types...
FADE IN:
Photo by Joseph Puleo
