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FinnG: You think this will last that long?
PCoop: I hope so.
FinnG: What about the gods book I was suggesting?
PCoop: Read American Gods, and if you have a different idea, then we can address it.
FinnG: Listen, my father is a fountain of knowledge regarding mythology. With his help, you and I could develop something that’s part fantasy and part contemporary.
PCoop: Why me?
FinnG: I read a couple of your short stories.
PCoop: I don’t write books.
FinnG: Don’t lie to me, PC Duke.
PCoop: How do you know that’s me?
FinnG: I wasn’t sure, but you just confirmed it. Your voice sounds a lot like the one you use when we’re chatting or exchanging emails. The bio sounds too fake, and the picture of a book next to a mug with the logo of the publishing company was a giveaway.
PCoop: Those books are the result of my nosy family. After an intervention where they made me stop stress baking.
FinnG: So you wrote books?
PCoop: I dusted a couple of ideas I wrote with… a friend.
FinnG: So you can write well with other people?
PCoop: Just with my friend.
FinnG: Give me a chance.
PCoop: Send me your idea, and we can discuss it if I think it’s worth the trouble.
FinnG: I’ll make it work.
PCoop: I hate to cut this short, but my nephew needs my attention.
FinnG: Where are his parents?
PCoop: Sleeping. It’s not easy to deal with a toddler and a newborn.
FinnG: So we have all night to discuss the books?
FinnG: Are you still there?
FinnG: I guess we finished our conversation.
FinnG: FYI, I’ll be out of town, but I’ll try to connect in case you want to write with me.
ChapterForty-Four
Finnegan
October 23rd
Dream girl and Derek have been on my mind for the past few weeks. The book I sent the publisher doesn’t have any of the sex scenes I wrote with them in mind, but they were hot. If I share them with the publisher, they would send my book to the erotica category. As a matter of fact, I doubt I’ll be able to add any of them to any of the books. All I did for the first book was add some sexual tension.
