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[poorneedyand]

All right, I've got to know: Are there any publishing outfits here? In a town this size, the chances seem slim, but for all I know, there's a paper no one's mentioned to me. I've got a story or two started, and if I could see them in print, I wouldn't mind dropping my asking price to zero cents a word. It won't hurt them to sit in handwritten

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[Voice]

[youkai_buster]

You're a writer too? I don't actually miss having a publisher here though... [he never makes his deadlines... his editor has to come after him literally] Plus there is no money here, you know.

[Voice]

[poorneedyand]

[The reply is incredibly wry; why everyone's hung up on the issue of money, Kay's not sure.] If I was publishing for the money, I'd've stopped years ago.

So what do you write?

[Voice]

[youkai_buster]

Well, you need mention money... [and anyway he likes money a lot as that's what he zone in on]

Me? Well, mostly folklore. I collect and research them. And you?

[Voice]

[poorneedyand]

It's a pay cut of two cents per word, and there's no rent to make. Losing out on a profit isn't going to break me.

Sounds interesting. I mostly write science fiction these days, but I like weird tales of any kind.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[A sad and distant tone. He might just be talking to himself.]

... Manhattan?

[Voice]

[poorneedyand]

Do you call it home, too?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[He jumps a little when someone answers. He really was lost, for a minute there.]

I... used to.

[Voice]

[poorneedyand]

Yeah? Whereabouts?