During Fiction Workshop today, I heard something. Standing before my professor's desk just before class began, it caught my ear. I wasn't supposed to hear it, but not in the sense that it was forbidden.What I heard was a whisper. A classmate leaned to the girl beside her and whispered, "Gina's such a great writer." And as my insides fluttered with this new, secret knowledge, I watched as her neighbor nodded enthusiastically in response.
A burning joy crept into my thrumming heart, but I retained a forced calm. I chatted with the professor, pretended not to notice. But inside I was smiling. And every gleaming inch of that smile read I'm going to be an author!
My dream feels suddenly and tangibly close.
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