The stranger asks:
The author answers:
|You’re a novelist? Have you published anything?|
|You’re a surgeon? Have you ever operated on anyone?|
|Have you written anything I might have read?|
|Do you read novels?|
I read a couple every year.
Still haven’t figured out the formula.
|Literature or fiction?|
Any of your novels
made into movies?
|Only in my nightmares.|
Who do you get compared to,
as a writer?
My brother compares me to a
volcano of repressed anger.
My therapist doesn’t disagree.
|So self publishing, how difficult is that?|
It’s a challenge, from what I can tell.
I am not self published.
|You have a publisher? how did that happen?|
|I wrote a proposal and a first chapter. My agent tapped the right editor on the shoulder, the publisher bought it, and that started the ball rolling.|
|You have an agent? how did that happen?|
I wrote a lot of letters and talked to a lot of people
and had a really good proposal and first chapter.
|Could you introduce me to your editor, publisher, agent?|
|Wait, you write fiction?|
I plan to give it six weeks.
That should do it.
Now that’s a coincidence. I was planning on
learning how to take out an appendix this summer.
|That’s a no to the agent, editor, publisher intro?|
|Technically it’s a no, no, no.|
|So you’re writing a novel now?|
|Are you still practicing medicine?|
|What are your novels about? Any good reviews?|
|Funny you should ask. I’m wondering what kind of surgery you do and how your patients evaluate you.|
|You are tough.|
|Yes, I’m a published novelist.|
|So when is your next novel coming out?|
About six to ten months after I finish it.
|Really? So what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home working? When will it ever be finished, the way you slack off?|
|Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.|