A Stephen King camp.... hmmm.
Day one: Arrive at the airport, disembark and see Stephen waiting at the bag carousel-thingee with a sign. "Over here Flake!"
Ride back to his place on his Harley... yeeey-ah!
Put my feet up on the couch (no shoes!) and sleep off the jet-lag while he tap, tap, taps away at his morning writing. (try to ignore his intermittent bursts of derisive laughter as he kills off yet another character)
Take a tour of the kitchen (mwhahahahahaha) and help him and Tabby make some lunch. Throw my crusts to Molly to stop her from chewing on my ankle.
A long leisurely walk in the afternoon, while discussing past works. (giving him the occasional flick on the arm for killing some of my best lovelies)
Dinner at a restaurant of their choice... and then out to Marsha's place for dessert and coffee--tea for Stephen. (Okay Marsha, if I have to, I will eat something non-chocolate. *sigh*
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Say goodbye to Stephen and Tabby for the night... stay up into the wee small hours with Marsha watching movies. (poking her in the arm every now and then when she drifts off)
Sleep.
Day two: Stephen picks us in the morning (after 'writing' time) and gives Marsha the rest of the week off. He takes us on a tour around Maine, showing me all of the book sites... and when we stop for refreshments, they bring me up to speed on his next two releases.
After dropping Marsha home, we return back to his place, I play with Molly for a while and then spring clean his book study.
He is so impressed with my work, that he decides to adopt me and thereafter I shall be known as "Flake, the House Elf." (no, I have not read all of Harry Potter and so do not wish to know my fate. Thank you very much...
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