They sent me a contest they think my series would be perfect for. But submissions close in February, so I don’t think it’s going to happen.
Me
That’s awesome, Sav! Congratulations
Aren’t you nearly two notebooks in? How much more are you missing?
Peaches
It’s a zero draft. As in not meant for anyone’s eyes. I still need to type it up, hide it in a drawer for a year until I’m removed enough to read it without dying of shame, rewrite it all, then have my mom read it, fix all her notes, then maybe have a few more people read it, then bury it in the basement and let it die there.
Me
Where is this negativity coming from? You were so excited last time I saw you working on it.
Peaches
I guess the words of an old friend from high school are hitting me after being home for the holidays.
Me
Doesn’t sound like a very good friend.
Peaches
She wasn’t.
Me
Maybe you can tell me about it someday.
Peaches
I’m sorry I’m being a Debbie-downer. This story just needs so much work.
But I appreciate you thinking of me.
Me
Always.
And you never need to apologize for that. Not with me. Be as miserable or as confident as you want, I don’t mind as long as it’s honest.
Though from the little you mumble out loud when rereading it to yourself, what you have sounds great.
Peaches
You’re not supposed to listen to that.
Me
It’s hard enough not reading what’s there when you leave your notebook open on the table, I’m not about to block my ears now too.
Unless it really bothers you, obviously. I assume it’s a bit like reading your diary, which is a total invasion of privacy.
Peaches
I’ll just be more careful.
