I drove back home and slammed the door as I stormed right in. How could my now ex-boss not control his own emotions?
I should’ve fought back.
I should’ve verbally retaliated against him.
I should’ve called him out on his own myopic impulses.
This was too much. I retreated to my notebook. She never lies or disappoints. I wrote down more concepts and potential ideas.
You know what? Maybe The Drabble Rouser can suffer without me.
One fateful day made my decision more valid.
I received a letter from some upstart filmmaker from Milwaukee.
“…Would you like me to adapt Edmunston and the Dragon Witch? I want to be faithful to your book.”
How could I say no?