Just Slightly Contrarian: This Ain't Literature You're Writing

And on and on he lectured. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there, listening with one ear, but also quietly figuring the amount of the traditional kill fee, because I have no intention of going any further with this man. I’ll take what I can get and go on to the next project.

Momentarily, I recalled the days when I was really hungry and would try to help a guy like this understand what successful letter writing really is all about. No more. He can have his eloquent and sophisticated language and go on living in a fairy-tale world where his donors are different. I really don’t care.