The character struggled, swore, and eventually climbed his way out of my manuscript.
"YOU!" he yelled.
I sighed. This was going to be one of those writing days.
"You – arsehole!" he yelled at me.
"Hi, Les," I said, trying to act as though I hadn't heard the abuse.
"Don't patronise me, you towering, festering heap of dogshit!"
Maybe I shouldn't have given him such a way with words.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Did I mention that the right side of his face is a weeping old burn that's...
Published on November 12, 2009 11:33