While waiting for my dentist to see me today I pulled our my journal and began to write to kill some time (my dentist is notoriously slow) after some time the... dentist nurse? (She wasn't my dentist, she was the dentist assistant? Dentist nurse.) came in very quietly. I didn't notice her for a moment since I was so focused and my back was to the door way. Suddenly a voice came out of no where.
"Whatcha doing there?" The dentist nurse asked innocently.
"Writing." I replied nonchalantly.
"Whatcha writing?" She inquired.
After a second of multiple thoughts and scenarios flashing through my mind, I replied: "A novel."
It was true in a sense. I *was* writing in a journal which could be called a book in a sort of novel fashion. I thought for a minute about whether or not my answer held truth to it while my dentist nurse set up her and the dentists' tools to check my teeth.
"What's it about?" She asked, breaking the silence.
I struggled to string adequate words together.
"I- uh- can't say..it's not finished yet, but I'll be sure to send you a copy-um- when it's done."
She chuckled. "Alright sounds good to me. The dentist will be with you in just a minute."
I almost felt panicky. Had I just lied to this stranger? Would it matter if I did, I mean was she really expecting a copy? I went on like this for a bit, questioning my logistics.
I concluded that I had not lied- completely. I was writing a novel, just not in the moment she asked me. There was a novel in my head waiting to be written, and now I have just been given the push to actually write it. And so here marks the day I officially begin my novel.
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