What if I just wrote a cheap novel, something simple and catchy like an 80s pop song, the kind no one wants to admit enjoying. I have to stop being such a book snob. I will never be a Fitzgerald or a Salinger.
I could use a fun pen name—maybe the one I give at the fast food window or at Starbucks. Maybe I should use something more 1940s like Eleanor—the lonely spinster who hides behind a typewriter and emerges now and then wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door. The sloven, grey malkin with a steamy secret she has tucked away in the attic waiting to be discovered in a dusty box after she dies. Eleanor isn’t like that at all, actually. I just like the way the words write. See there? She lives now. I wonder what is on the page that is snapped into her typewriter.
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I’m a fan of Fitzgerald, Salinger, and Ms. Rigby. That explains quite a bit, I think.
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Well, hello there! Boy, it’s nice to see you. When will I see you write again?
I’m pretty fond of Ms. Rigby, too. She’s a little mysterious.
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All of my writing has been academic for the last few years. I haven’t written for “fun” in a long time. Yes, mysterious and creepy, with the face in the jar by the door and all.
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“I wonder what is on the page that is snapped into her typewriter.” That’s a fantastic sentence. It’s why I like your writing.
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Thanks! I need to keep writing then! 🙂 (my evil plan is working)
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