Write

Picking up his computer bag, he called, “I’m off. See you later.”

“Okay,” she replied. “Have a good write.”

Closing the door, he headed out for the street and thought, She turned write into a noun. That isn’t right.

Swinging has bag onto his back, he thought, I hope I have a good write. This week’s been strong with good writes.

Striding down the street and looking up at the sky, he thought, I hope she didn’t jinx me.