So, like I’ve said before, my g-rents talk about me sometimes.
And I’m not supposed to hear. But I am sitting a VERY short distance away. And they yell.
This happened this week, after gpa read my book:
Gpa: “Well, one thing about her, she sure is creative. I think she could make a living writing.”
Gma: “Children’s books?”
Gpa: “She just has to get the first one published.”
Make a living writing? Is that NOT what I am going now? Hmmm.
Also, it was still sweet.
I’m just glad they aren’t talking about me being pathetic anymore.