Once he got that down, next came the paragraph and then the chapter. Mom xxx ————————-(next excerpt is not in line with above, so it may not flow as well————–
The smells at the beach were grand to say the least. Jack would often write until three or four in the morning. The wonderful smell of steaks cooking or seafood being prepared or the smell of fresh fried dough all being offered up for sale on the mile long boardwalk were some of the more pleasant aromas around. Jack downloaded his manuscript onto a zip drive and tossed it into a mailing pouch and took it down to the local post office to send to his agent.
