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Tap, tap, tap…tap tap tap tap

Sheila watched her sister in the light of semi-darkness pound away at the keyboard in her lap.

Tap tap tap …tap tap tap tap

Ava glanced at the word count for the day. Thirty-seven hundred! She stopped long enough to stretch and notice the time; Five hours. Her stomach growled in hunger. When was the last time she ate?

“Why do you waste your time? You’re never going to get published!” Sheila said as she observed Ava devour a bowl of rice and beans, throw down a piece of rye bread, and drink one-half of the water in her water bottle all in a span of 5 minutes. Sheila shook her head in disgust.

“bliiing…” Sheila grabbed her sequin-lined phone and read the text that disrupted her judgment of her sister. Ava resumed her typing.

Tap tap tap…tap tap tap tap…

After a moment and dozens of taps on her phone, “Mason thinks you should pack it up, too.”

Tap tap tap…tap tap tap tap…

Sheila waited for her sister to end the typing and reply. When she didn’t, She rolled her eyes in contempt and texted her reply to Mason.

The badgering persisted for most of the afternoon…Sheila trying to make Ava see the light of day and discourage her from becoming a failure and Ava continuing to type, obviously enthralled by the story coming to life with each tap of her fingers.

The sounds of the furious tapping stopped. Sheila’s eyes widened and a look of glee replaced the look of scorn. Ava sat with the computer still glued to her lap, and her gaze fixed on the words before her. A short time later, she smiled and gave a small, contented sigh.

However, when the tapping of the computer resumed again, Sheila shrieked and renewed the typing on her phone… radical blings could be heard in response.

Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of the printer in the next room could be heard pumping out a single page. Ava set the lap-top on the coffee table and got up to get the page. When she came back into the living room, she placed the single, printed sheet on the page of the book in her sister’s lap that had not been flipped all afternoon.

Sheila looked down to find big, bold print staring back at her.

“Those who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are doing it.”

don't interrupt

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