"Why would you say that I can't write? Don't you know how big of a humiliation that sentence is to an author?"Yes, fine, you're the editor, and I should trust your instincts and your eye for the market trends and whatnot. But those themes and topics aren't my cup of tea. It's too big of a change fr
During that time, Mindy almost fell into a deep depression.Luckily, with help from her husband and daughter, she slowly got better. Since then, though, she stopped using the Internet and only used an old-fashioned cell phone.In ten years, she wrote just one young adult novel. Besides that, she had
Mindy said, "I forgot to pick up the baking powder. Mimi, can you get a packet from that shelf over there?""Sure," Miranda said, knowing her mom was trying to send her away.Once Miranda was out of earshot, Mindy turned to Edith. "I mentioned this morning that I'm still thinking about it.""Still t
"A writer who can't produce work or make sales—are they still a writer?"Mindy got upset. "I have lots of ideas, but you…"Edith cut her off, "Your ideas aren't special or interesting. Writing them would just waste time and not make any sales! Do you still think you're the 'Queen of Suspense'? Hones
Moreover, Miranda noticed that Edith, the editor, wasn't really caring about her mother. Instead, Edith was just pressuring and manipulating her."Can I read those books?" Miranda asked eagerly."Sure, I'll send them to you when we get home. Just make sure you're ready to read all of them!" Mindy re
It was enough that things seemed polite on the surface; no one needed to push further.Hansel usually stayed neutral, avoiding taking sides and pretending not to notice any issues. He never really tried to fix the problems between his girlfriend and his mother.Miranda understood this and didn't for
Miranda smiled faintly. "It's okay, we can talk about it."Even with her reassurance, the conversation fell silent.Then, Winter's side of the call got noisy. "Mimi, I need to go. The family dinner's starting, and my mom's looking for me.""Alright," Miranda said.After they hung up, Miranda was abo
On the other end of the line, Paul heard Miranda's gentle, calm voice. It sounded like she was smiling as she wished him a Merry Christmas.In his mind, he pictured her holding the phone, the Christmas lights casting a soft glow on her face. She must have looked beautiful.…On Christmas morning, Mi