This was written in my creative writing class that was taught by Brandon Sanderson.
She felt lost, sitting in a mass of esoteric writer-nonsense. There stood the demigod of science fiction and fantasy, spouting recipes for writing the perfect novel and there she sat, completely unaware of what she had to offer. It had been years since she’d written anything and all aspects of life seemed to sneer at the very idea of such rubbish. She lived in a world of spreadsheets, meetings, and, frankly, reality.
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