Authors are born not made

A little girl was staying with her grandparents, who worshipped the ground she walked on. Her grand-dad was surprised to see her pounding away on the laptop with intense concentration.

What are you doing, my little treasure?”

Writing a novel.”

What’s it about?”

I don’t know. I can’t read.”

Chris

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