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Characters often spoke to her in her dreams.
Her nose was always stuck in a book, so it was natural—expected,
When you stopped writing books, I saw the joy leave your life.
So you tried and failed? You bounce back. You pick yourself off the ground, brush yourself off, and forge ahead with renewed vigor. I thought we had taught you that, your father and I, but maybe I was mistaken, so I’m teaching you now.
you want to be able to look back at your life with no regrets.
Find your courage. Finish your book. And don’t stop until you succeed.
That maybe there were no coincidences.
“When I was a kid, I used to sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I’d imagine myself as someone else, and I’d have these elaborate conversations with people in my head. I invented a million situations to act out and lived entire lives outside of mine.”
“You know, that first day, you told me that a lot of authors and artists do their best work in times of crisis.” She paused. “What if this next book is the best thing you’ve ever written?”
It was no wonder Andi fell in love with words.
“You’re laid back, but headstrong, so you won’t be cowed, which is why only an equally strong man will ever be good enough for you. Despite trying to act tough, you wear your heart on your sleeve, and your emotions. It’s why you’re so easy to read.” His voice lowered. “And there’s this spark about you, this fire that can’t be fabricated, simmering just under the surface. If only you’d let it out.”
