Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pencil.  I'm continuing with my untitled WIP about a woman starting over. The second the door of her hotel room closed, Jill plopped down on the bed and touched her lips. His kiss did more than electrify her; it sent her to a dimension she hadn’t visited in a very long time. No. I’m not going to go there. This was strictly to be a professional relationship. Jill stood up and walked to the table in her hotel room that she had been using as a desk. As she went through the script, she made notes about the main characters adding more depth to them.   Reaching into her handbag, she took out a pencil and jotted notes in the margin on the script.   She wanted to keep going because she was in the zone. Taking a notebook out of her messenger bag she managed to jot down an outline for the third and forth episodes before taking a shower. Ideas were flowing out of her. A couple of h...