This Writer's Life - My First Critic

I kept my "novel" secret for quite a while, hiding notes under my desk and pretending I wasn't really using my pen. But one day a friend stole some pages from me and began to read.

Sadly, these were the pages where my heroine delightedly gave birth. The fact that she'd only met her husband six weeks before, and he was definitely the father, gave me no cause for concern. My friend however, proud of her greater understanding of biology pronounced me--well, I'd better not say. Naive and innocent perhaps, but she didn't use quite such nice words.

I decided my writing had better remain "my eyes only," unseen and unheard.

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