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He woke up exactly at 7 a.m even though it was a Sunday. Picking up the mobile phone from his bedside table, he casually flicked through the Economic Times app. His thoughts were elsewhere.
He thought, “Was my wife right in saying what she said yesterday? Maybe I’m just a one day wonder. Maybe that book was just a fluke. Maybe I should call up the publisher and tell him I’m done..”
Getting up from the bed, he decided he’d cook breakfast today as a peace offering. Then he would call up the publisher. And text the girl that he wouldn’t be able to come today, or any other day for that matter. His library days were over.
She looked at the perfectly toasted bread, and bowl of steaming baked beans in tomato sauce. And the strips of bacon.
“Honey, I’m sorry for what I said yesterday.. I really..”
“It’s okay, love. I’m calling the publisher after breakfast and telling him that..” He seemed unable to continue.
“Do you really want to do this?” Her voice held a slight uncertainty, and apprehension.
“I have no other choice,” his voice seemed full of conviction, but she knew it was only a façade.
“Hello, can I speak to the publisher.”
The secretary on the other end said, “Is it urgent?”
“The hell it is.”
“Yes, could you connect me to his residence?”
“Sure, just a second.”
The man cleared his throat, and his wife placed her hand on his shoulder. It seemed all wrong. He wanted to write a novel, so why wasn’t the idea coming to his brain?
“If only I could help him,” she thought to herself.
“Hello!” boomed a loud voice on the other side.
The author’s voice seemed like a squeak now. “Hello, I hope you remember me..”
“How can I not? I’m awaiting a second novel by you! Is it ready already? Not a problem. We can send it to the editors right away, and they’ll schedule a session for you to sit with the graphic designers and prepare the cover..”
“No actually it’s not about that. I wondered if the deadline could be extended.”
His wife looked at him, surprised.
“Extended? But haven’t you started writing already? Eight months have passed by, good gracious!”
“I just need one more month.”
“I’m afraid I can’t give you a month, unless you’re willing to adjust that one month with the months I have allotted to you for the next book?”
“Okay. Could you come to our office tomorrow and get the legal work done, then?”
“Sure, I’ll meet you by six p.m.”
He kept the receiver down. The wife couldn’t hold herself any longer.
“Did you get a new idea? What is it? Is it a sequel to the first book?”
Hello! If you are wondering what this fiction post is about, head over to Write Tribe‘s blog and join the Fifth Edition of the Festival Of Words!
I have selected the theme Fiction (though there really isn’t need for any). The story revolves around an author, who is trying to rework his debutante magic into his second novel.
The story ends today, and so does the challenge. But over here at my blog, it doesn’t. You can still participate in a challenge I have on my blog, exclusively for today. All you need to do is:
COMPLETE THE STORY!
Each of you have an unwritten novel in your head, something that you aren’t able to write down right now. But what you can surely do now, is to simply post a comment below about a story you’ve always wanted to write, or a plot that seems really interesting to you. That’s exactly the plot that will give the hero of my short story his perfect second novel!
Before you start thinking about the plot idea, read up the previous posts once again!