The cabin was cold. She put on a sweater. There wasn’t any ground coffee left. Instant would have to suffice. It tasted terrible, but she drank it. She sat and stared at the laptop. Her mentor’s words resonated inside, “Practice, practice, practice, and after you’re finished practicing, practice more. Every day, for the rest of your life. If you really want to be a professional writer.” Thick clouds covered the sky. She sighed. Write about what? She had already sent out short stories about sci-fi, horror, drama, comedy even. An idea came flashing to her. She would write about writing.
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Sue Clayton
22/6/2024 05:24:09 am
And you might just write a best seller on writing.
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David Luna
24/6/2024 04:11:00 pm
Ha! Wouldn't that be great.
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