Bad Analogies Scene 5

I ripped the last page out of the typewriter and stacked it with the others. At last I'd completed my 400,000 word literary horror novel about a moonstruck serial scrubber. Publishers would fall to their knees, begging me to sign their contracts. They'd be as red as scientists fighting for their place in line and I'd be their guinea pig, their golden goose, the light at the end of their out-of-body experience.

Only one man stood in my way: Evil Editor. Writing him a query letter that would encomp