What can YOU say in six sentences?
She came home from the store with a new journal that had a robin's egg blue cover and a violet ribbon to tie it up with, and a perfect shade purple gel ink pen, and could not wait to get some fresh ideas onto the paper. Her boyfriend George circled around her chair several times with a worried expression before asking, “Are you writing about me?” “No, I am writing about a character I dreamed up the other day—one who is tortured by love, but who is too shy to admit it to his girlfriend,” she said, thinking about how George, in fact, never said “love” to her, the word not being in his personal lexicon. “Are you sure you’re not writing about me?” George asked, pacing up and down the carpet, and she had to close the blue cover, look at him and say, “I am absolutely sure; you’re not at all like him.” George left the room and came back with a bowl of mint chip ice cream and handed it to her. “It’s okay if you write about me.”