Famous Writer I Admire So Very Much smiled at me as I came in today.

Does this matter? Can’t I write on a day when Famous Writer doesn’t smile at me? Well, of course I can. But sometimes it’s nice to think that I’m here writing, and she’s here writing, and we’re both just, I don’t know, writing.

Like there’s room in the world of literature for her, and maybe also, somewhere back in the corner where no one’s sitting, for me.