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| . "Why bother after the changes they made in the last one?" The writer slumped into a nearby chair. "How many rejection letters did you get before I gave you a shot?" "I don't remember." "You struggled for years! Hell, you lived in a forsaken desert of despair." "It was awhile," the writer agreed reluctantly. "YEARS! You wallowed in obscurity until I made you what you are." The agent stood up and stared out his office window, "There are thousands of writers out there. But, after I found you there was only one. You...And, your book changed the world." "Then you let them change it." "Publishers will do that." "No one understands," the writer caressed his scarred wrists. "I've been here, trying." "You sit down and create something, hoping they enjoy it. And, then you watch them destroy it so quickly. They just rip it apart," The writer mumbled to himself. "Are we talking about the book?" "Yeah," the writer was clearly distracted. "Are you okay?" "Who cares anymore?" "You're a great writer," the agent tried to calm his client down. "It was an epic novel...It took me…sometimes, it seems like forever to write." "It was amazing." "You write vivid characters hoping to inspire just one person. Then they change the words and people jump on a bandwagon demanding more." The writer leaned back in the chair. And added with a touch of spite, "fuck them all...they act like they own me." "They feel a certain right after purchasing your novel." "I'm sick of all of them. I'm sick of calls in the middle of the night asking for the answer," the writer paused. "If I had the answers I would have put them in the book." "The publisher wanted a happier ending." "I gave him a happy ending." . |
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