“Seriously? That’s it? He can’t say? Really gonna let that slide?” Wallace fought Back Up for the stick they were playing fetch with on the beach.
“What do you mean let it slide, we’re strangers, and besides, I want to believe him. I believe him,” She continued with more conviction, “If he has a reason I can’t know… so be it.” Watching Veronica chase the loosed stick, Veronica smoothed wind-blown hair behind her ears. “Besides, he sort of accidentally on-purpose inspired me to start writing again. It’s not like a don’t have savings, and I really have always talked about writing a real book.”
Since she was a kid, Veronica wrote stories, on and off, encouraged by her dad endlessly, but she’d never kept her pen to the paper long …show more content…
“You know, your dog seriously misses the core concept of fetch. For me to throw it again, he has to give it up; every time.” Giving up, Wallace turned back to Veronica. “And what was that? V. Mars, the writer, rises from the dead? You realize, I can’t be your editor anymore, right? Proofreading that one story with the murdered best friend still gets me choked up; Weevil’s spell-checking your next project. But you should be writing again, that’s good for you, V.”
“Well, what about you?” Snapping her fingers, Back Up dropped the stick at her feet, and Veronica consequently offered it to …show more content…
I’ve sort of been working on the ‘what’s next’ part of what comes next. I don’t know why, but I have this intense desire to trust you; to believe you’re being honest. Of course, it’s still totally plausible that you’re married or something, and I remain an idiot. But for the time being, I’ve decided to pursue our friendship like you aren’t married, and like you mean it when you say you’re sorry. The last few days, I’ve spent living my life how I’ve never once imagined it- getting up at noon, talking only to my dog or my best friends, and writing again. When I was young- younger- I thought I might give writing books a try; you were right, it’s a good time for me to actually decide what comes next. I may not have chosen to close my store, but I can choose what I do now, and to be honest with you, that’s as terrifying as it is exciting.
Veronica thought about it, about how her life had been turned upside down; like a snowglobe. Right now, she was just in the time period where things were going to resettle- she just had to find a new place for everything.
What about you? Any personal problems I can pick apart for you? Technically, I’m unemployed- plenty of free time for me and Back Up to analyze any personal tragedies you have on hand. My one condition, of course, is that now that I’m a writer again, if you end up as fodder for my breakout novel, you only really have yourself to blame.
“What do you mean let it slide, we’re strangers, and besides, I want to believe him. I believe him,” She continued with more conviction, “If he has a reason I can’t know… so be it.” Watching Veronica chase the loosed stick, Veronica smoothed wind-blown hair behind her ears. “Besides, he sort of accidentally on-purpose inspired me to start writing again. It’s not like a don’t have savings, and I really have always talked about writing a real book.”
Since she was a kid, Veronica wrote stories, on and off, encouraged by her dad endlessly, but she’d never kept her pen to the paper long …show more content…
“You know, your dog seriously misses the core concept of fetch. For me to throw it again, he has to give it up; every time.” Giving up, Wallace turned back to Veronica. “And what was that? V. Mars, the writer, rises from the dead? You realize, I can’t be your editor anymore, right? Proofreading that one story with the murdered best friend still gets me choked up; Weevil’s spell-checking your next project. But you should be writing again, that’s good for you, V.”
“Well, what about you?” Snapping her fingers, Back Up dropped the stick at her feet, and Veronica consequently offered it to …show more content…
I’ve sort of been working on the ‘what’s next’ part of what comes next. I don’t know why, but I have this intense desire to trust you; to believe you’re being honest. Of course, it’s still totally plausible that you’re married or something, and I remain an idiot. But for the time being, I’ve decided to pursue our friendship like you aren’t married, and like you mean it when you say you’re sorry. The last few days, I’ve spent living my life how I’ve never once imagined it- getting up at noon, talking only to my dog or my best friends, and writing again. When I was young- younger- I thought I might give writing books a try; you were right, it’s a good time for me to actually decide what comes next. I may not have chosen to close my store, but I can choose what I do now, and to be honest with you, that’s as terrifying as it is exciting.
Veronica thought about it, about how her life had been turned upside down; like a snowglobe. Right now, she was just in the time period where things were going to resettle- she just had to find a new place for everything.
What about you? Any personal problems I can pick apart for you? Technically, I’m unemployed- plenty of free time for me and Back Up to analyze any personal tragedies you have on hand. My one condition, of course, is that now that I’m a writer again, if you end up as fodder for my breakout novel, you only really have yourself to blame.