However, one day, I was at my parents’ house on the beach. I took my laptop and went to sit on the bench my father built when I was 6. I was mesmerized by the view, but also caught in my writing process. After some hours, I felt a man staring at me.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
“Hi. I didn’t want to disturb you. But you are such a beautiful creature, I couldn’t help myself.”
“Hem…Thanks, I guess.”
“My pleasure. Can I ask you what you are doing with your laptop here?”
“Writing. This is my nook. The place I come to think when things don’t go as planned.”
“Are you a writer?”
“I try to, but I think I don’t have enough luck.”
“I am an editor and I want to see your work.”
“So, you weren’t actually amazed by my looks.”
“Actually, I was. I am Thomas, by the way.”
“Rose, enchantée.”
“What is the essence of a story for you? What does it mean for you?”
“Are you questioning me, Thomas?”
“I just want to find out your answer.”
“A story is a dance of words which fit together. Words which put in the write order create not only a story, but a new world.”
“Oh, I see. Shall we dance?”
“Excuse me?”
“Shall we dance like the words?”
“Yes, we shall.”
This is how I kept my second promise. This is how my life began.
