For a long time, I
didn’t tell my family if I’d sold anything. if I’d published anything. it was
easier.
Finally, I
admitted I was trying to write. Dad said…just write the next Harry Potter.
Haha (if it came
from someone else, it might ring like a normal joke…but from him…it was so much
more of a loaded shot than a joke…)
Yeah, that’s his
idea of a joke. Basically, she’s one in a billion. You’re not. Quit trying to
be.
And people wonder
why I had no self-esteem…
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