I was emotional for the entire time. After talking to my husband, I got back to writing the novel, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t think of anything. But I still had to write something. I glanced at the diamond bracelet on my wrist and sighed.
My husband just spent more than half of his savings to buy me this gift. And if I wouldn’t work to earn that money back, I wouldn’t be able to pay him back at all! So inspiration hit my mind as my fingers danced along the keyboard. Finally, I managed to write something even though the chapter looked more like a piece of something I wrote on a whim.
I knew I would later have to edit this, but I didn’t care. Even though I changed the storyline a bit, readers would still like the story. It wasn’t necessary to follow the outline perfectly so
