or when you're finally done.
7:23pm.
that couldn't have possibly been right, because just that morning i'd had ten pages left to outline. my head spun at the idea of how quickly i had finished.
i clicked out of the browser. it was done.
a smile spread across my face, from one ear to another, and before i could think twice, i opened up google docs and dove into the second draft of a sad story.
the story was a sad one, but god did i feel happy composing it.
+
paying a bit of homage
to my recently-updated book,
'hearing anna.'
i would love if you all could
go check it out—
it would mean the WORLD to me.
dftba-
wren
YOU ARE READING
Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
