CHAPTER 32
We sit beside the fire in the high backed leather chairs and read aloud what we’ve written this morning.
“Well done,” says Joel, “they’re all great. It’s good to see you’re working hard.”
“Do you really think mine is okay?” Rhondda asks breathlessly.
“It definitely has potential,” Joel replies, “and I thought the dialogue was well written.”
Rhondda squeals with delight. “Tomorrow I’m aiming for three thousand words, what’s everyone else’s goal?”
Michelle is determined to finish her book of poetry and Andrew is soldering on with his horror.
“I’m hoping to write another children’s story,” I say to the others, “I’ve had an idea brewing for a few months now so I’ll be working on that.”
“Sounds like we’re all sorted then.” Andrew looks at his watch, “I think I’ll nip upst
