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It had seemed like a good idea at the time. I had hit a bad streak of writer's block

and needed to meet my deadline with my publisher. James, my editor, offered his country house

during the month of July. I would stay at the estate while he was in New York and finish

my manuscript. It began well. I drank coffee, I wrote on the terrace, spoke on the phone

with my research assistant and enjoyed breakfast in solitude until James' daughter suddenly