She looked at what Steven had written. It really wasn’t all that bad. There was just a little bit of work he needed, but it was work that could be done in the editing stage. Autumn didn’t want to tell him anything negative just yet. In fact, she didn’t want to give him any comments whatsoever until he was farther in. Then, when he started getting to the point of being stumped, when he couldn’t think what to write next, she’d tell him to go back and edit, go back and rewrite.
He was so excited. Like a school boy. He had been practically jumping up and down when he’d dropped off those first thirty pages he’d written. Steve really was pouring his heart and soul into it, working as hard as he could.
Autumn just had to read it. Thirty pages in one day. Not that bad, even for the worst writing in the world. And Steven’s wasn’t the worst Autumn had ever seen.
Things weren’t going to be nearly as hard as she had initially thought they would be.