Spoiled. Privileged. Brat. What others saw as entitled, I saw as standards, and mine were high, especially when it came to men. The boys I wasted time on in college were now a thing of the past. I was setting my eye on the real deal: Rich, successful, nice looking, good personality preferred—but not required. I had it all figured out, I’d live off my family’s good fortune as I waited for my wealthy Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. That was until my father decided to come up with his own ridiculous plan:
All you need to do is type. Type a word, type a sentence, type a paragraph. And if you prefer, do your writing on hard paper with a pen. The point isn’t how you write but that you write.