Summer My editor’s breathing down my neck But I can’t seem to get rid of my writer’s block. I booked cabin in the woods To be alone and write. But three days in And I haven’t written a single word. I’m just about to finally put pen to paper When a next-door neighbor breaks my concentration. At first, I was angry. Irate. Fuming. But then I set eyes on him, And I realized I might have just found The heroin Of my very own love story. Callan I live a hard life. Alone in the mountains. Fending for myself. People ask me if I get lonely But the truth is, I’m too busy to notice. That’s the way I like it, too. Idle hands are the devil’s worship. That’s what my momma always used to tell me. But when Summer came running into my clearing Her robe fluttering around her beautiful, curvy body. I knew I couldn’t keep on living alone. She’s the woman of my dreams And I’d do anything to make her mine.