A: Do you think my stories are boring?
B: You want the truth?
A: No. I’m already scared of what you’ll say. But that’s how people grow, right?
B: Your novels are missing that hook...the thing that grabs readers, keeps them on the edge of their seats.
A: I know. But I can’t write like that. Is something wrong with me?
B: I don’t know. Maybe.
A: Should I quit this too?
B: You’ve quit so many things. Motorcycle lessons, you stopped. That new language, the violin...you gave up on those too. And the gym? You were making progress, then you stopped going. Remember your dream of becoming a diplomat? Have you thought about quitting that as well?
A: Oh no. How could I? It’s all I have. It’s all she has.
B: Who? Your mother?
A: Yeah. She would die.
B: So you’re not doing it for yourself?
A: Mostly for her. If I had my way, I’d lie down on green grass, breathe in the smell, and stare at the sky. I’d go to the mountains. Wander through cities in unknown countries. Eat delicious homemade food. Maybe even fall in love.
B: What’s stopping you from doing all that?
A: That damn dream.
B: You want the truth?
A: No. I’m already scared of what you’ll say. But that’s how people grow, right?
B: Your novels are missing that hook...the thing that grabs readers, keeps them on the edge of their seats.
A: I know. But I can’t write like that. Is something wrong with me?
B: I don’t know. Maybe.
A: Should I quit this too?
B: You’ve quit so many things. Motorcycle lessons, you stopped. That new language, the violin...you gave up on those too. And the gym? You were making progress, then you stopped going. Remember your dream of becoming a diplomat? Have you thought about quitting that as well?
A: Oh no. How could I? It’s all I have. It’s all she has.
B: Who? Your mother?
A: Yeah. She would die.
B: So you’re not doing it for yourself?
A: Mostly for her. If I had my way, I’d lie down on green grass, breathe in the smell, and stare at the sky. I’d go to the mountains. Wander through cities in unknown countries. Eat delicious homemade food. Maybe even fall in love.
B: What’s stopping you from doing all that?
A: That damn dream.