A witch scrolling through suggestions an editor made to her work.
It's just a matter of approving and disapproving - but it's exciting nonetheless.
It's really happening. Her stories are going to be published. It's only a matter of time.
She won't become rich from this. Something she reminds herself again and again. Her life won't change from this.
"But her effort was recognized!"
She looks at her doll for its exclamation.
It's right, after all.
At the end of the day, even if it was only by a smaller publisher, her work was read and thought worthy of publishing.
Her effort was recognized.