’Twas a bleak evening. Unwarranted rains lashed against the window while Narnia deleted the clump of text on her screen—her feeble efforts at writing an article.
It’d been a while since she’d strung one sentence to another, in perfect coherence, forging each paragraph as worthy as the next one. All established writers face this, she assured herself. Except that her first publication was still due.
As she crumped the metaphorical piece of paper that held her desperate story, she stumbled upon something rather uncanny.
In retrospect, that was her impetus to publish her first novel, and many subsequent ones.
A tribute to The Daily Post. It meant a lot to me.