Maggie and Moira sat on the couch, drinking coffee and talking for hours. The career hunt went in circles.
“You need to finish school and get your degree.”
“In what? It seems silly to finish and get a degree I won’t use.”
Moira rolled her eyes. “You said you were almost done when you switched to English as a major and wanted to write. I can help you get some freelance gigs. You need some pieces for a portfolio, though.”
“I don’t think I’m a good-enough writer to make it a career.” She sighed and tried to find the right words to explain it. “I thought that I lacked experience. I believed if I got out and lived life that it would translate into better writing.” She scrunched her nose. “It didn’t.”
“Okay. Let’s go back to things you like.”
She immediately thought of photography, but dis
