"Are you journaling?" He asked, looking down at the book on Emma's legs."I am writing," She said and could see how confused Eric looked, so she added. "I am a writer.""Like Shakespeare?" He asked, raising his brows.Emma chuckled. He was like every other typical person, who saw writing as probably something mundane."Yes, like Shakespeare but I haven't quite gotten to Shakespeare's level yet though.""So, is this like a hobby or something?""I want it to be more than that. I want to make a living out of it one day. Sell thousands of copies of my books, be the best-selling author someday," Emma explained with so much excitement.Eric noticed how her eyes shone, as she spoke about it but then the glow was drained out in a few seconds as her face fell and she looked down at her book."What's wrong? You seem both excited and sad about it.""Because I have to write a book to be an author and I can't seem to even get past the first chapter.""It's going to get better," Eric said, unsure.
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