I thought I could have time off
Marcus called after one of his semi-annual publisher's luncheons. Thank God it appears to have lasted the traditional five hours otherwise I would have been getting the call in the small hours again.
He is salivating over some new poetry prize and thinks the house should "put up a good show". To that end he has decided to put out the word to his worker bees that the sweets of their labour are to be submitted and he expects something shocking and revelatory that touches upon the human condition. Oh, and he wants submissions in two months time. Tardiness will be penalized.
I can't write poetry. The only time I've tried in the last few months the efforts have been puerile and weak. They touched no one.
He is salivating over some new poetry prize and thinks the house should "put up a good show". To that end he has decided to put out the word to his worker bees that the sweets of their labour are to be submitted and he expects something shocking and revelatory that touches upon the human condition. Oh, and he wants submissions in two months time. Tardiness will be penalized.
I can't write poetry. The only time I've tried in the last few months the efforts have been puerile and weak. They touched no one.