and I am the arrow. (open)

Esther has been hard at work on her novel--writing, more writing, revising, more revising. It's gotten to the point where she feels good about it, and wants to set it aside for a moment. Let it breathe, any editor would tell her, she thinks, and so she does, putting the manuscript aside and enjoying the nice weather.

Currently, she's out on the front lawn, picking flowers for a bouquet she wants to make--not for anyone in particular, just something to do for fun that's not writing and overanalyzing said writing.

She is more than happy to be interrupted.