Strange Encouragement

If Katherine's wasn't such a powerful driving force behind the publication, I'd have given up months ago. Even today she pesters me. I have just lain down in the hammock shaded by an ancient walnut tree in our Teyssiéres backyard when her forceful persona lands on my shoulder in the shape of a gorgeous black and gold butterfly. She flutters her wings to wake me and whispers in my ear, "You promised to write and publish my life story and you can't do it lying in a hammock. How much longer must I wait to be brought back to life?"