She stood in line with the book under her arm, craning her neck down the snaking length of other hopefuls waiting to meet the writer of her favorite novel. Of course, like many here, she was an aspiring writer.
Her life was filled with magical valleys where unicorns drank from crystal clear streams, dragons flew in the night sky, love always had a happy ending, and a worm hole could open up any moment to take her away to a far galaxy.
Sometimes her mind was about to burst from it all.
Her writing was praised. Her writing was short and unfinished and that bothered her.
Life got in the way most of the time.
Bosses do not like dragons flying around the office nor unicorns drinking from the fountain. Of course there are no happy endings as written and a worm hole was something she saw in the grass near the parking area that really contained an earthworm.
Soon she was in front of him and her grin was wide. She wondered how many times he heard how each fan was also an aspiring writer.
"Hello" he said with a smile.
"Hi..." she said smiling back and handed him the book. She watched him sign his name and then as he was done, handing the book back she decided to just ask.
"How do you keep your moments from spilling out all over the place? I mean, my moments, my fantasies are so messy at times that I swear they would consume the unwary." she said in a rush.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing but a smile on his lips
"I don't keep them in check at all. I let them get messy all over the place. I mean disgusting, sloppy messy where people could step in them." he nodded with a grin and leaned forward.
"That's how I keep it real....well in my world."
"I can imagine but my life does not allow for such wild abandon." she said with a sadness that she did try to keep hidden but he noticed. His hand fell over hers and he said softly.
"I want you to do me a favor. Close your eyes."
She stared at him and he nodded, "Go ahead...close your eyes, forget this place."
So she closed her eyes and he began to speak again.
"Take a deep breath and empty your day. Erase all of your present fears. Now find your way back to that secret moment when you let them break you. That place in time when all those things you promised yourself as a child; all those starlit magic filled worlds you swore you'd never give up were handed over for what you have now. Go back to that moment."
He squeezed her hand and she was lost in those starlit memories. The bustling, noisy room faded into nothing as she concentrated.
"And with everything you are - by tooth, by nail, by word and by bone - steal it back. It is your right by birth to be who you were meant to be. It is then, and only then that you will know what its like to be a writer."
His voice faded and she knew he was right. By all the nine hell's he was right.
She opened her eyes and looked into his. He smiled then said. "What's your name?"
"Sky..." she said softly and then watched him write in her book once again. Closed the book and handed it back to her.
"Go write Sky. You have the gift. I can see it in your eyes."
"Thank you so much and I will......I will go do just that." She grinned and turned away realizing everyone behind her was staring in awe but she just kept her grin on her face and walked away.
Out on the sidewalk she opened the book to see what he added to her book.
Sky, write like no one is watching and be who you are meant to be. A writer.
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