Evan Quinlan

My Secret Coauthor

In Drabbles, Fiction, Short Stories on November 6, 2010 at 7:14 pm

This week a book made the New York Times Best Seller list.  I’d call it “my book,” but that would feel dishonest.  I wrote the words, yes, but I cannot remember writing the notes from which I worked.  I find outlines—extensive ones—scrawled in my own handwriting on paper scraps or my bedroom wall.  Brilliant stuff.  But among the plot twists and story arcs I find messages:  “Bury it,” one reads.  “Hidden beneath the straw,” says another.  “Pray,” advises a third.   Needless to say, I enjoy the fruits of my royalties from my home and no longer venture into the barn.

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  1. Painfully true-to-life and utterly fascinating! My thoughts live vicariously through yours. . .

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