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Back To Work

As soon

As I finally finished my first novel

My agent tells me

To get back to work.


“Keep it going while you have momentum.”


“I do have another novel that I started years ago . . .”


“Great! Finish that.”


“Er, okay.”


“You need a strict schedule and routine.”


“I like the chaos though . . . Creative inspiration is spontaneous most of the time.”


“Hey, I am just trying to help you. If you keep it going, then you might be able to quit your job and write full-time. That’s what you want, don’t you?”


“I think so . . .”


“Put together a collection of poetry and let’s publish that too.”


“. . . Sure.”


“Clint?”


“Yeah?”


“This is all very exciting. I am proud of you.”


“Thanks, I guess.”


“Now get back to work.”


“ . . . Okay.”


-C.H.


 
 
 

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