"Thanks." Opal watched the stone skip along the surface as she sat down, slipping her bag from her shoulder and on to the bench beside her. There was thoughtful look as she watched the ripples on the water dissipate, her quill stroking gently on her chin.

She chuckled lightly as his question broke into her thoughts. A novel? Hardly. With this morning's writer's block, the idea of writing an idea book seemed laughable. "Nowhere close to that long," she replied with a light shake of the head. "Just a theatre review for a show I saw last night. Hoped some fresh air might help sift through my thoughts."