Later that afternoon, Cynthia sat behind the counter busily typing away. The chapters had come to her in rapid succession now. She was making more progress than she had made in months! Cynthia had never had so many ideas before. But then again, she had never turned into a googirl before either.
Cynthia smiled as she reached out to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge on the either side of the area behind the counter. Her arm stretched and lost definition as it neared the cooler, becoming a firm blue tentacle-like shape as it wrapped around the door handle and pulled it open. As her arm moved back toward her it regained its normal color and shape. Cynthia opened the bottle and took a long drink.
This job was just the inspiration she needed...