I write in spurts. If I have a magazine assignment, it usually comes with a deadline and I work to get it done before that deadline whenever possible.... My free time, of which there is plenty, I use on my novels. They didn't used to have a deadline, but my publisher is constantly asking to let her see what progress I've made. I have a deal for three books currently, one of which is in the final editing process, one is almost ready for editing, and the third only in outline. But again, I work in. When Megan asked, I told her. “I work for your grandmother. There has been some threats from the people where your mom works. Your grandmother thought I might be able to help make sure nothing happened to either one of you,” I explained. “It won’t last long. I’m just going to be here until the real police find the man who made the threats. After that I’ll be gone.”“Do you have a gun?” Megan asked.“No, but I can get one if I need it. Don’t worry Megan your mom and I can handle anything that. Dhokao bara. Ami sojjyo korchhi. Samir ebar satti satti ekta baro thap marlo. Aar mone holo or barar lal munduta amar poder vetor dhuke gelo. Ami prochondo byathay chitkar kore uthlam. Amar chokh theke jal goriye porlo.Amar mone hochchhilo, amar pod bodhhay fete gechhe. Ami kasto aar sojjyo korte parchhilam na. Ektu theme Samir abar ekta thap mere barar aar ektu dhukiye dilo. Prochondo tight hoye amar pod ba paykhanar rasta chepe dhorechhe Samirer baratake. Vablam, Samirke boli barata ber kore. I felt like shit.Being barefoot slowed me down as I carefully had to pick my path through the forest floor. The detour was a success and I soon returned to the stream and followed it as it curved through the forest. If I remembered well there was a small lake somewhere along the stream so I had to be careful not to meet someone there.The lake (more like a pool) was clear so I took a bath to get rid of the mud. When I was done I stood next to it and waited to get dry. I thought how great this is.