Greyson here... as you can see I'm hard at work helping Mom write. She's started on the new project. It's a new screenplay featuring a diamond-encrusted female gunslinger in post-apocalyptic Vegas. Did I mention the tiger side-kick? Our idea. Mom figured why couldn't a tiger trainer from the strip survive the apocalypse? And of course Mom would scoop up any gems - she's like a raccoon with sparkly things.
Quill and I take turns being supportive. When she reads things aloud we either remain napping or wake up if things sound interesting - so far we're catching a lot of Zzzzs - but it's the first draft - barely.
Course Quill gives encouraging leg rubs, but I demand to see results before I move to within petting distance. I'm a stern taskmaster - like Finny was.