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herself.
     
    Then the email chime sounded, and she saw he replied.
     
    OK, I’m up to speed.

    The romance genre is a tough one to crack, so don’t be in a hurry. Keep doing what you’re doing…reading and writing.
    A word of advice…non writers never understand writers. Keep it to yourself. With spouses, the best plan is to wait until you get to the point in your writing (Like published and making money) where they ASK YOU, if they can read it. Until then, most spouses don’t get it.
    If they aren’t creative themselves it’s even harder.
    In terms of your writing “eating your brain,” it sounds exactly like a writer. But don’t expect anyone else to understand the craving though. :+)
    Your question: I think my stories sound good, but I don’t know if that is just because they came from my head!
    That’s a tough one which you’ll never really figure out to your own satisfaction. (At least I haven’t) That’s also where a good editor will come in.
    Your question: I never put myself too far out there because it is safer not to try. Does that make sense? Writing is the only thing that has made me want not to pull back. That is part of the reason why I don’t want to stop.
    Then don’t stop. But don’t over think it either. Do it for fun. Do it for therapy. Do it because the story HAS TO come out. You can hire an editor to over think the details for you. (In fact, you should)
     
    I hope this helps,

    Even in pain, it brought a smile to Mia’s face. Someone understood. Someone felt the same way. She wasn’t alone. She started to wonder who this guy was, picturing his face, and his background. She didn’t want to ask, but he had asked her background details so maybe it was okay to lob a question or two.
    She was thinking these things and smiling as she walked out to the mailbox. It was a perfect late-summer day. This summer had been nice, not too hot, not too cool.
    She opened the box and saw a letter from another publisher. Her mood deflated. Another rejection letter probably. The thought bummed her out so much she didn’t even open it. She sat back down at her computer again, looking at the email. Her smile came back. She tore the envelope open.
    “It is our pleasure to inform you...”
    Her novel was accepted for publication! She stared at the letter in disbelief. She thought at first it must be a mistake. The letter was for someone else. She looked at the opening, and it had her name on it. She was going to be published!
    She knew instinctively her husband would not be pleased. Should she even tell him? Could she not tell him? Then she remembered her online pen pal. She started to fire off a quick email to him. She knew he would be pleased about it.
     
    You’re not going to believe this, but...
     
    Her cell phone rang. She looked at it and it was the school. She flipped it open.
    “Hello?”
    “Mia? This is John Gilheart, your principal at Waterloo Elementary? I’d like you to come by my house later...”
     

“The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends above all on the silence of women.”
     
    Ursula K. Le Guin
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
    Mia had to hurry to Gilheart’s house if she was going to get home by the time her husband got home.
     
    She still had things to do around the house, and if she didn’t do them, he’d be angry. She was nervous and apprehensive. Of course, she knew Gilheart was going to use her sexually. It was probably even going to hurt. She steeled herself. If anything, this life had taught her to accept pain in silence.
    He gave her the address and directions. She got lost on the way over because she wasn’t familiar with this side of town. The neighborhood was shabbier than her own. There were some teenagers hanging out on a corner in front of a store, drinking beer.
    She found the number and pulled up in his driveway. His house was shabby like the neighborhood. She stepped around some dog poop on the walkway leading up to his door. She