As she raced to her laptop two more ideas sparked, fueling her speed. Ronald who was fixing himself a snack in the kitchen heard the commotion. "Hum," he grumbled with little curiosity. He was used to his wife's flares. It was as if something inside her spontaneously combusted and the fire ignited a bomb in her mind which in turn burned her soul to action.
At light speed she rushed an email to someone she only knew through cyber waves. She encouraged this person to submit a story to a publisher calling for a certain theme. This person had never submitted anything before but Becky was certain it was time to do so. Her other ideas were to blog about overcoming writer's block and some great writing sites she had recently discovered. Once she took this break, which lasted a little more than five minutes, Becky felt refreshed and inspired to continue editing her memoir. But first, she quickly ran to the kitchen, gave her husband a hug, then before sitting she tenderly petted her dog.
This is my imaginary glimpse of the day Becky Povich suggested I submit a story to Chicken Soup for the Soul. I am grateful for her validation, encouragement and for the fact that she so expertly edited what I submitted.
Neither one of us was focused on the outcome, so if it is published - great. If not we were part of a wonderful give and take experience. I was lucky to do all the taking. Thank you Becky.