Maisie's writing had a flaw, and it appeared to be related to her thought training.
"I knew I was right about you," Lily said with a smile. "You write well. The calm and warm writing style you have is popular right now. But you lack charisma—"
"Ahem!" Rachael coughed again.
'Hey, how could you say someone lacks charisma in their writing the first time you meet them? How could you judge anyone now?!' Rachael complained inwardly.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Lily realized slowly. "I don't beat around the bush. I say everything that comes to mind. Please don't be mad!"
Maisie smiled in embarrassment. "You're right. I have no talent in that, indeed. But I love writing. That's the reason why I want to be a journalist."
"Do you really like it?"
"Yes! I have the habit of journaling. Whenever something bothers me, I love to sit down and write… I feel relaxed whenever I write. All of the bad feelings are gone after I write!"
"Then you're born to do this!" Lily said genuinely.
"But you said I—"
"Charisma isn't the most important thing!" Lily patted her hand. Her eyes were sincere. "Only passion will last forever!
"Some people depend on talent in writing, but have you heard of the danger of talent?
"I've met many talented authors. They could write long paragraphs without learning to write. They didn't read much. Writing seems to be an instinct to them."
"However, most of them fell into oblivion," Rachael added. "A minority of them who get further in their career aren't the ones who are the most talented, but the most hardworking ones!"
"Really?" Maisie was suspicious.
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