Contemporaneous: Chapters 16 – 17
16. I leave Melody’s manuscript sitting there in my email, festering like … and I can’t come up with metaphor or simile that will illustrate what a festering, diseased, terminal clusterfuck it is, so I’ll just say that it sat there in my email, festering like only her manuscript could. Despite my disdain, I still want to get the best out of it and out of Melody, so I need to work out a strategy. But I’m frazzled now. And feel an edge, like Melody’s dismissal isn’t the indifferent vainglory of some cocky young writer, but divine condemnation that exemplifies my own failures. There are other manuscript on my…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 13
13. Morning comes with the same inextricable routine that has become my life: snooze the alarm twice, get out of bed, do my morning stretches, have breakfast, have my Words shot and brush my teeth (I swap A, A, U, in one game, and typically get back a Q, and H and M, and in the other game I swap four Es and get back W, V, V, M – honestly, this is a fucking farce), shower, and once I’m dressed, drive to work. Gainsboro Publishing occupies a refurbished loft just on the fringe of the industrial sector in the southern suburbs – not the most glamorous or affluent,…