Estelle rolled out of her bed, hitting the floor with a whack. "Ow" her muffled voice said against the floor. Another all nighter writing on her deadline, but she had submitted it and it was on its way to publishing. She blindly reached out to her bedside table to take her thick glasses, placing them on her face, taking in her surroundings.
The place reeked of frustration and days without coming out of her attic. She drew back the curtains she had closed whenever she was writing, and squinted as the light filled the room, and looked out to the lush green town. She sighed, she was going to have to close these curtains soon to finish on the grand finale for her series, which required to be 2 times thicker than all her other novels, and required two new people for the end to start off the next series, which would also be another week or ten stuffed in her attic.
Of course, she had to head out today to stack up on a months supply of food, and inspiration for her novels. She figured for the last novel the two would be in a beach setting, and planned to get a better perspective from sunset rather than midday. Estelle was moved to this quiet town to focus on her work, even though she still struggled with meeting the deadlines she deemed always out to get her, but every time she published a work she got two days to recover before she went up to the attic, enough to prepare and get proper inspiration. She stumbled into the bathroom and showered for a good while before getting out, her hair still messy and disorganized as ever. She pulled into her usual clothes, and didn't notice she put in mismatching socks before stumbling downstairs to the lobby of the inn.
She never really got the know the residents well because of her days in the attic, and she didn't even know if her novels were sold here. She hoped not, she didn't really want to be pulled in as the source of such steamy BL fantasies, though she loved to write them. The town was definitely quieter than her small apartment in the city, and she liked that, but the one thing she did not like was the abundance of farm animals and animals in general. Animals had never gotten along with her and she had never gotten along with animals. They all pushed her into things or over things, and this had forced her into a downright fear of any form of living thing that wasn't human. "Morning" she sleepily mumbled to Cherche and Luca, the only two she had really talked with on her days off.
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