Will my editor ever learn to leave me alone?
“Bruce, it’s Jax.” See? Predictable. “How’s the working coming along? You and Swift get it on yet?”
“Not quite. But it’s getting there.”
“You’ve got two weeks.”
“Hey, we said a month, remember?”
“You said a month. If you want me to approve this thing, you need to get me something now. I think somebody caught wind of your idea.”
“Caught wind?” Seriously, wench? I mean, I’ve been working on this maybe two weeks. Okay, longer than that, but I need more time. Why doesn’t she get that. I’m back to smoking. Since Sarah left I’ve been a little frustrated. Yes. I go through women faster than a fat guy chasing a twinkie. It helps that I started sleeping with Sarah before Kris left. That may have had a little something to do with her taking the toothbrush I bought her and walking out the door screaming.
“Yeah, you know, heard about it. Anyway, they don’t really like the idea. The ivory tower wants to see something. They like my vampire spin, though. Have you thought about adding that?” She is probably smoking now. I think I can hear the hissing from her puffing. When she blows out the smoke it’s like she’s blowing it through her teeth.
“Why don’t you blow on something better for you than a cigarette? No, really, I think you should get some and leave me alone. I’ll email you something when I’ve got it.” Then…I just hung up on her. Amazing, isn’t it? I know she’ll call back in exactly five minutes. Are all women this predictable? No, not this predictable, but pretty damn close.
Then it hits me. Shit. I need cash. Between the food, the booze, and the new habit of Marlboro Lights, I’ve got to have something to keep me going. Daddy doesn’t fund my toilings.
Blrrrriiiiinng. My rotary dial phone. Four minutes. Thirty-eight seconds. She’s pissed.
“Hi Jax.”
“Bruce, it’s Jax.” Did I not tell you?
“Yes, I know. I’ll get you something if I get an advance within a week of the day I send it.”
“Fine. If I decide I like it. Oh, and that only counts if you email it. No snail mail for you.” Silence. She hung up on me this time.
Looks like I’ve got some all-nighters to do. It’s like I’m back in college. I don’t remember signing up for that. Or did I?