It’s my fault.

Every kid thinks that when his mother leaves, but this time it’s actually true.

My mom started writing on ficly two days ago under the nom-de-plume Real Estate Writer. She had a sappy, motherly bio, and some good ideas for stories. But, as a general, rule I told her that we shouldn’t comment on each other’s work. I just don’t need the pressure of knowing whether she’d want me correcting her work or not, and I didn’t want her to comment on every story I wrote (like any mother would).

She got through 7 stories. The ideas were very good, but in execution she lost a bit of force. I read all of her stories, and I too waited endlessly refreshing to see what comments she would get. As, obviously, I could not give.

A four, a three, 2 completely unrated and uncommented stories, and my mother had had enough. She has decided to leave ficly, and now I sit looking at the skeleton that is her profile wondering what would be had I only written:

Good story. I really felt as if I were there. 4 stars