when publishers refused to print my novel, my magnum opus and thing that have been keeping my head above the water for the last two years. But everything I heard back was rejection, disinterest or the loudest sound of all silence for ignorance. I’ve devoted such a great deal of effort to beat a writer’s block and creative slowdown… I’m looking in the mirror and that’s what I see – an arrogant forty-two failed author struggled to remove the stigma of a crime novelist and write a mind-altering masterpiece. My beloved wife and freckle-faced eighty-years old daughter seems to get snickered at the lack of result behind my back. At times like this life bled of all its meaning and no other bottle of wine is going to make this reality sting any less.
I threw a printed version of the book in the fireplace out of spite. What an idiot! I had saved electronic version in my computer all the same. Even my acts are not going on that are great author’s gestures, not to mention the existence of a gold comedy. Heading to my cabinet, I'm yelling and throwing things, so my wife’s favorite coffee table now without one its leg. When the recklessness got the better of me completely, I started to eliminate the mahogany bookcase. Mankind's greatest geniuses from Homer to Elizabeth Gilbert were falling from bookshelves and for the first time in so long I smoked a cigarette, lying on the floor amid books that were scattered all over the floors. Suddenly, a deafening noise of the smoke detectors turned on in my house was heard in my mind as powerful as around. Feeling of touching to my lips made me tense and a resonating sound started being recognizable but look exactly like my alarm clock going off.
I opened my eyes and saw my wife’ lowering head and a fresh beautiful face smiling ear to ear.
‘Arise and awaken! Today comes a film adaptation of your book, and you cannot sleep through it’.
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