She watched as the paper swirled around her, the yellowed paper filled with the abandoned ideas she had since she was young. The clocks ticked by, the second hands twirling slowly. Her wavy red hair started to glint in the brightness of the white paper butterfly that drifted towards her.

You should finish what you started, was written on it. Suddenly, it unfolded to show her idea as a six-year-old. Goofy happy faces adorned it. The plot was about a little girl who turned into a princess with the help of her dog, Woolly. She closed her eyes. The current today was a fast-paced society. Her parents said that authors never make money, they works only a one-time hit. She didn’t believe them until she met the real world. Now, she barely had time to sleep. To write? That was a total joke.

Suddenly, the papers parted to form a clearing, showing a neat wooden desk with clean sheets of paper, a pencil beside. But the eraser... “My child, it is to ensure that you will not turn back and regret your decision later in your life.” A voice filled her head.

***

She set down in the wooden chair, picked up her pencil and started to write.

She had proved her parents wrong. She was not a one-time best seller, she was a renowned author, writing trilogies and cliff-hangers. She loved her job, no more pressure and definitely more supportive. Fantasia came back to her sometimes, showing her her past ideas, allowing her to put them in words that suit today’s society. She loved it. And she knew she wouldn’t regret it either.