The next day, I was at home finishing up some freelance articles for a couple of newspapers and magazines. I got a text from Aiden saying "What do I write?" I rolled my eyes.
Just write down everything that happened.
How?
Do you not know how to write sentences?
Yes...
Then fucking do it.
Help.
Record yourself telling the story out loud and then transcribe it.
2 hours later.
Omg this is horrible. How do you do it?
I create, not transcribe. Your fault for not choosing the easier option.
You didn't tell me what the easier option was.
You know my whole story, why don't you write it? Why do I have bother?
It needs to be your experiences. Your thoughts. Your feelings. I can't make that up.
You can try.
YOU can try.
24 hours later.
I finished.
ALREADY??!??!
Yeah.
Transcribing? How many words?
71, 238. I created.
Well, colour me impressed.
Did you write non-stop? You know you had months to do this right?
Non-stop. All night long. I wanted to see you again. Sooner than months.
If you needed help, you could have called me.
Nah, I wanted to see you. In person.
1 hour later
Come to the offices then.
YOU ARE READING
Drove Me Wild
HumorAubrey is a best-selling author who meets a famous rock star when she reluctantly agrees to write his autobiography. Things happen.
