I've been trying to talk Linda into getting back into creative writing again.
We met at writer's group 28 years ago. Once in a lifetime thing.
She also writes fantasy and has a tremendous imagination. She had (has) some struggles with spelling and grammar but has gotten 1000% better, plus the writing programs are pretty great at catching things these days.
So she finally picked up a couple of her unfinished books and started reading and revising. "I really like these!" she says. "They are really good."
So now I've lost her.
I wake up this morning and she is at her writing station, and I pour myself a cup of coffee and stare at her.
"I've lost you, haven't I."
She looks up, all blurry and unfocused.
"Goodbye," she says.
"Goodbye," I answer, and head downstairs.
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You guys are cute. <3
You've written the beginning of what could be a really good short story there. Finish it and send it off to the New Yorker.
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