An end of days novel called A Time of Demons and a new vampire novel where the evil vampire wasn’t a mother.
So, disgusted, I tucked the file away on my computer and, fed up with the whole agent thing, returned to writing what I wanted to write. An intern? What? Who didn’t like it at all. She handed it off to an apprentice intern. My agent, in the meantime, had begun her own online erotic (which I don’t much care to write) publishing company and when I’d gotten done with the novel she was too busy to even read the finished book.
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