“I’ll take the job.” Sam plainly said, “Half now and half when the job is finished. Otherwise I’m out.” She uncrossed her legs and her eyes glowed an orange-red hue. She scanned the burly man across the dimly lit table between them. She reached into her red jacket and took out her silver rectangle Credit Stick from her pocket. She pressed her thumb against the biometric sensor on the right side of the device. The black screen presented her credit balance of 2,000 Credits in white circular font.

Welcome one and all to my very first Writer’s Insight! This is the blog series where I talk about my personal insight into the world of writing from my perspective to give outside readers a look into what it is like being a writer.