by Monica Nawrocki
I enter my brain, greet my administrative assistant, and receive my printout of the day’s appointments. The protagonist of my YA novel wishes to discuss the burden of carrying POV, the story-less villain (here for the fifty-eighth day straight) is demanding placement, and a minor character from a short story wants to talk about getting their own piece. Not a bad idea, I think to myself. But this is pure fantasy, of course. In reality, there is no assistant and the waiting area is standing room only with everyone yelling at once. I sigh, grab coffee, and wander into the maelstrom.
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Monica Nawrocki has lived in three provinces, had five concussions, owned a Ford Pinto, and married a woman long before it was cool. Writing was inevitable. She has published four books, and her short fiction and poetry has appeared in various journals and anthologies in North America and the UK.