there is no response to match the writer’s own in the moment of creation. Anything after that, even an It’s wonderful would not be as wonderful as it was, however briefly, to the writer when the words came through them out of the invisible and onto the page. There was simply nothing that could be said that would not have fallen short. The learning of that would confirm to Ronnie the irredeemable loneliness of all creators, but more, that the only approval she would seek would be her own.
