The room is small and sparsly furnished. The veiw is almost that of being in an off off broadway theatre. A directional lamp looms over the back  of her sitting in big comfy chair in a little corner of the room. Papers strewn about the floor, her look intense, glasses hang on her nose as if they are about to fall off the edge of a cliff. A finger gently pushing them back up as if to give one a leg up then back to the job at hand. Her hand can be seen writing furiously,  she's on a roll. Oblivious to the sounds of life in or outside her walls. A young girl enters the room "Mom,...MOM!!!" Without looking up, "huh, yeah what do you need." The young voice calls back, "Mom did you see what Joey did?"  "go ahead, you can have a snack!"...A foot stomps on the floor, eyes roll up in the young girls head as she turns to walk away she mutters "Freddy Kruger could be ripping me apart and you wouldn't know!"  "leave your shirt out, I'll sew it up when I'm done." A door slams, she mutters outloud, "I hate teenagers!".....without looking up another page written she putts it carefully on the neat pile directly in front of her on the floor. Without looking she reaches for her cup of now cold coffee....leans back in her chair, looks up at the clock on the wall and sees it's 10pm.. She mutters, "%$#&, I"m no where finished. Oh well , well now I'll have more time to finish and fine tune. "

ROTHFLMAO!!! you're too funny!! Short story teeters on edge of novelette!! I don't feel so bad, here i'm stressing over the knowledge that I don't have a short story that is under 1500.....thanks for the extra time!