"Zoey, what's wrong?" I had seen the shadow on her face, and it made me wonder exactly how she'd found my place and why she'd really come by.
But almost instantaneously, the look was gone. She shook her head, the same friendly smile playing her lips. "Nothing. I'm ready to help you take your first steps toward becoming a published writer. First, we need to get you the right supplies."
"Oh! Of course!" I smiled at her, moving back toward the bedroom. "I started picking some things out already - pens, paper, my laptop..."
For some reason Zoey found this hilarious. By the time she finally started laughing, I was more confused than ever. "What's so funny?" I demanded, momentarily losing my cool. I knew this was a big step, a drastic step, and of course I knew that Zoey had far more knowledge and experience than I did. Still, she'd come to help me! The least she could do was respect my ignorance and help me out.
"Nothing," she said softly, finally regaining her composure. "It's nothing. It just reminds me so much of me - when I first wanted to start writing, right after I graduated high school, I did the same thing. I packed up some pens and a notebook, headed out to the beach and planned to write the Next Great Novel. But it takes a lot more than that to make it in writing."
I knew that. I was more than ready to make some sacrifices for writing. With Zoey there to help me, I knew I was on the right track. I completely pushed my past momentary hesitation from my head.
"Let's finish getting your supplies together - there's some people you might like to meet." Zoey smiled and reached into my duffel bag.
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