Chapter 18: You have to start over, rebuild your muscles.

She wanted to be sure. Wanted to immediately say that she wasn’t going to give up, or at the very least insist that it wasn’t just one or the other. That there could be a middle ground, where she didn’t go back to teaching him but kept on writing. But she was heading herself off at every turn. It was one or the other. If she couldn’t teach, it was because she was admitting that she wasn’t a writer anymore. That she didn’t know what she was doing. That she couldn’t write. If she was willing to keep writing, if she thought she could write, the only way to prove it was to do the job, to teach him to write a novel, and take the fifty grand.

The things she could do with that kind of cash. She could pay her rent for the next five years no problem, and just work for spending and food money. She could go on vacation for a month. She could travel the world and hunt down the muse, instead of just trying to tempt it to come to her. There was so much.

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