“You’d be surprised how many self-proclaimed writers can’t write,”
Nicole’s boss said to her as they walked between meetings. Nicole, fully aware that this was her first writing internship, braced for impact, but then remembered what they say about car accidents: if you loosen up, it doesn’t hurt as much. Trying to liquefy her muscles and that tell-tale little space between her eyes, Nicole accepted the fate she knew was coming. She’d be called a complete and utter failure as a writer, then face immediate expulsion from the internship, before finally being forced to watch people she knew from high school share their successes on LinkedIn.
“We’ve had our fair share of both good interns and bad interns over the years.” Nicole thought to herself, You know what, I’ve had a good life. She imagined what her headstone would look like alongside the other interns’ in their own personal corner of hell: a writers room-themed mausoleum, complete with impending deadlines and the overpowering smell of writer’s block. “Which is why we’re glad to have found you. I really appreciate the work you put into that copy you wrote for us last week.” As the heavens parted unexpectedly and gloriously, it occurred to her.
As a writer, she should have just as much confidence in her hard work as the billionaire self-proclaimed writers her boss had been talking about.
Although, a few billion dollars would also be great. Agencies and hedge funds welcome!
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