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Well, it all starts with Jet.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking…what???

Jet is my number one fan and reaps the rewards of my writing…because…um…well….you know…those sex scenes…

Anyhow, we’re here to talk about ME, not Jet…even though…well…you know…Jet!!! (~le swoon)

But, back to ME…

I write wherever I can. I have two, maybe three major writer spaces. One is my amazing, awesome writer’s den on the second floor of my home. This is MY space. It’s a place where only I am allowed, and I get tons of shit done there.

The second is down in the basement? Is it a basement? We have a full bar, a pool table, a guest suite, and an entertainment space fit for a king. Okay, this is Jet’s MAN cave.

And since I love Jet….I spend a ton of time with him.

And I have perfected the art of noise-canceling headphones.

Seriously, we can spend an entire evening together, no more than seven feet apart, and NEVER say a word to each other. I’m in my writer’s world. He is in his gamer world. BUT, we are in NIRVANA TOGETHER! I’m serious y’all. We’re together even while ‘internet-ly’ apart.

Seriously, it’s a couple’s Nirvana…

Anyhow, this is where the magic happens. Me at my keyboard, writing filthy words for you, and him in his place battling the manly world of whatever it is those first-person shooter games are.

Seriously, I don’t know.

But it works.

And the Quality Control happens on our weekend drives, (this is part III of my process) where Computerized Voice OLLIE reads my words to the two of us as we travel the backcountry roads of Alabama. This is where Jet provides the ALPHA of Alpha-est feedback.

Curious about my works?

Check out my books: elliemasters.com/Books

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