“Not my genre!” I screamed back at the screen.
“Try writing what you know.” Came the silent words from the picture on the desk.
“I know the West and crusty old cowboys!” I countered to the voice in my head.
I could hear him laughing.
“Oh, what the hell, it won’t hurt to write an outline…”
Young hearts in love…Separated by fate…Reunited by a chance call…Devoted to each other…Ripped apart by life…
“Keep going hon. You got this.”
“I’m not ready yet,” I whispered through tears.