I watch him from a upside down point of view.  Suction cupped to the top of a ceiling I am a baby salamander watching a writer do what he does best.  Sweltered in the hot Florida sun I go into a shady area of the workspace, under his desk.  As I am under there I see pile, upon piles of paper scattered with ideas some short others extremely long.  I get out from under the desk and go on a book shelf.  There I see books and books and books.  One book was called Along Came a Spider,  another called Cat & Mouse,  And there is one thick brown backed book with the title Hamlet across the front.
    Now I scatter down to the floor.  and to my surprise is a toy truck and car.  I go back on the wall right behind were the author is typing away on a computer.  He's going in an order that seemed endless, typing, erasing and putting something new, typing, and erasing and putting some thing new. Every second have a new fresh idea and putting it right on the computer screen, typing as fast as a speeding bullet.  I turn and look and see a plaque on the wall, it read:  The Edgar Award for best Mystery goes to James Patterson for the Thomas  Berryman Number, 1976.  I go down the wall to a movie shelf and see movies from sesame street, to Along came a spider, to Mission Impossible.  I turn my head instantly as I hear the author, “finally”  he said to himself.  As he left the room I too decided to leave and go into the florida sun.