“How’s the novel coming?’
It took several seconds for the words to register, intent as I was on reading the comments left on a friend’s Facebook post.
“Which one?” I turned to face the voice, only to find its face buried in a matching monitor. “Currently, I’m working on four…it’s a problem.”
“The one where you were in a contest.”, she turned, distractedly, to face me.
“Honorable mention…but everybody gets that.”, I smiled.
“Oh, my God!” Sylvia laughed with her entire body. “You are such a perfectionist!”
“No, not really. You know if you sing…” Sylvia’s face said she didn’t. “Well, if you watch American Idol, then…you realize that a lot of people can sing. It’s the lucky ones who make it, right?”
She nodded into the hand that held her chin.
“It’s the same with writing. The more you write, the more you realize there are lots of good writers out there. So…you keep doing it, and hope to get lucky.”
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