By Miya Yamanouchi
Rhonda positioned her laptop in front of her prized wall of books and adjusted her red wool scarf. The navy striped top was unflattering, yes, but she had to look the part.
Logging on, her eyes fell upon corn-rowed Shaya in a camouflage singlet. Rhonda scoffed. ‘She wasn’t a writer! More like someone who’d accost you on the street. Steal your purse or ask for money.’
For the final assignment, Shaya got a high distinction. Rhonda, a pass.
“But I have a writing room! And I’ve read all these books!”
Furious, Rhonda went back to her books, and Shaya, her writing.
Great piece. Rhonda judged and Shay excelled. Such is life.
Yes, the wannabe pretentious writers vs the writers who show up authentically and write from life. Nice story!
A wonderful examination on the thirst of a writer Shaya has found the truth of her soul and works from there. Thanks Miya
So good????
Not sure why I put question marks? Should have been exclamation marks!!!
A background of books is a feature of zoom. It looks impressive until the person speaking stays still for too long and *becomes* the bookcase 🙂
It’s about the writing. Well done.
I really enjoyed this piece. The rhythm, descriptions and ending – all extremely satisfying. Well done!