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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 17:53:24 GMT
"Yeah I will. Say hi to Marge from me." Mort told Herb, before hanging up the phone. As he turned around he found Carolina wandering around, standing near his laptop. "...Yknow.." He started hesitantly, "A writer's kinda edgy about people looking at his text before he's published it. Embaresment 'bout spelling errors and stuff." He smirked.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 17:58:50 GMT
"Oh..sorry" She blushed a little and sat back down on the couch "I'm sure your english is a-okay" She smirked and sipped from her coffee again "Is it almost finished?" She asked about the book, having absolutely no clue what he was writing about or how many books he had already written. She hadn't got into that research just yet.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 18:02:49 GMT
He walked back to the couch and took a seat too, picking up his coffee again. "Yeah, it's going pretty fast now." He said, "It should be finished in about a month or maybe two. But yknow, after that it'll take another few months before it's actually in stores and stuff. Publishing, advertisment.. the kinda stuff I really don't know about." He admitted, and he took another sip of his coffee.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 18:06:02 GMT
"Aha.. what's the book about ? What's your inspiration?" She wondered.
Maybe he was the type that would want to gain some money from his murdering experience ? ...
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 18:37:52 GMT
He hated that question. He always hated it. When people would ask him where he got his idea from he felt like he never had a decent answer. It's not like you pay money at some counter and get an idea in return, they just.. come. Or not.
"It's uh.." He hestiated, "It's about this guy who is involved in a caraccident, and he gets insomniac because of it. He starts hallucinating and.. stuff." He wasn't very eager to tell her the details until he had it all down on paper. "I don't know where this one came from." He shrugs, "Just did."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 18:41:49 GMT
"ah okay..sounds interesting" She smiled a bit but didn't say anything anymore. His attitude seemed to be forcedfriendly, as if he was annoyed by her questions, and afterall she was on a peace-mission here..
"Sorry I'm so nosy, bad habbit" she rolled her eyes and drank the rest of her coffee quickly. Now things were getting awkward for her, usually she knew how to handle awkward situations but with him it was different. She felt that whatever would come out of her mouth around him made her feel stupid for some reason...
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 18:47:56 GMT
"It's alright." He gave her a slight smile. He felt like he owed *her* an apology now, so he shrugged.
"It's just.. people ask where I get ideas from all the time. Like.. like I found a giant heap of bits of Inspiration somewhere. Which is bullshit, of course, but when you think of it like that.. just *getting* an idea sorta feels like taking something without paying for it, yknow?" He didn't know why he was telling her this - but he did. He was honest with her here. But he felt like maybe he was boring her with it, so he shrugged his shoulders another time. "Nevermind."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 18:51:23 GMT
"could be that you're just one of those writers who has a whole mysterious story around him of what inspires him" she mumbled "yknow like sitting in the dark with creepy trees around you or.. whatever writers think of when writing stories" she smirked, clearly having no idea and clearly feeling stupid.
"Right.. anyways.. so.. thanks for the coffee" She said, to just say something. This was becoming emberassing.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 4, 2007 18:53:05 GMT
"Uh yeah." He glanced at her mug. "Do you want any more?" He offered, not sure what to say next now.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Nov 4, 2007 19:01:47 GMT
"N-no thanks.. we eh.. we should get going to that bazar thing..if you still wanna go that is. Don't blame you if you don't. This town doesn't seem like the place that can make something a succes here" she grinned a little and got up, looking at Mort.
For a split something crossed her mind..
no-way.. no way.. you're not going to do THAT..that's the dirtiest journalism job anyone could ever think off..
She tried to push the thought back, but couldn't help of thinking it as a somewhat good idea..
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