A famous book author visits her grandmother in New York hoping to find inspiration for her new upcoming book. She meets a handsome British man that is too visiting New York and he immediately catches her interest.
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6th of August, 2003
It's been 2 years since I've written and published a book. My fans have been asking for a while now when will I write again and honestly I too don't know.
Writing has always been something I was good at and I wasn't good at a lot of things. I grew up writing stories about princes saving princesses from dragons to why true love doesn't exist.
I know you probably disagree with me but I have lived on this Earth for 30 years and yet I still haven't found this true love everyone thinks exists. True love only exists in films and novels, but real life, no.
" Avery your cab has arrived." My assistant Marlene called out.
"I'll be right there, give me a second." For a while I have thought of writing a second book to go after my first, Miracles don't exist, and for me to write a good book I need to be inspired in some sort of way.
So I planned on visiting my grandmother in New York, both to see her and to search for inspiration I've been looking for.
I walked down stairs, carry my bags with me. "I'll be gone for a while not sure how long, so please don't burn down my apartment."
"Why would I?" Marlene questioned. Because everything you touch turns to flames.
"I'm just saying."
I started walking outside towards the cab waiting for me. "Take care Marlene and if Thalia calls tell her I'm not available for any of her nonsense."
"Will do... Goodbye." She hugged me real tight not seeming to let go. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." I got into the cab and we headed off. More than a woman started playing on the radio and I started to sing along.
