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writing compared to most others in the genre; I liked that
sly humor a lotтАФmade those characters seem real. And
the plots made senseтАФwell, sort of."

"Thank you, but even so, film's more of a director's
medium. Even with an editor's input, a book's a single
person's product. And it's been too many years since I've
been able to write without story editors, directors, pro-
ducers, other writers, even actors, all screaming for
changes in the script. In films the writing's done by com-
mittee. You've never lived until you've been through a
story conference." There was a half-serious, half-mocking
tone to his voice. "Torquemada would have loved them.
Some idiot from a multinational conglomerate who needs
to have every line of Dick and Jane explained to him is
telling you how to rewrite scenes, so the chairman of the
board's wife won't be offended. Or some agent is demand-
ing changes in a beautifully thought out script because
the character's actions might be bad for the star's image.
There are agents who would have demanded a rewrite of
ShakespeareтАФhave Othello divorce Desdemona because
his client's fans wouldn't accept him as a wife murderer.
Or the studio wants a little more skin showing on the
actress so they can get a PG-13 rather than a G, 'cause
they think teenagers won't go to a G. It's a regular Alice
Through the Looking Glass out there."

"Is it really that bad?" Jack asked.

Gabbie rose and began gathering up the paper plates
and napkins. "If the volume of Dad's yelling is any indi-
cation, it's that bad."

Phil looked wounded. "I don't yell."

Gloria said, "Yes you do. Several times I thought
you'd smash the phone slamming it down after speaking
to someone at the studio." She turned to Jack. "You've
been doing most of the listening, Jack. We haven't given
you a chance to tell us anything about yourself."
Jack grinned as Gabbie replaced his empty bottle of
beer with a fresh one, indicating he should stay a little
longer. "Not too much to tell, really. I'm just a good old
boy from Durham, North Carolina, who got a B.A. in
English from UNC and wandered up north to study at

SUNY Fredonia. I had my choice of a couple of different
grad programs, including a tempting one in San Diego,
but I wanted Agatha Grant as an adviser, so I pulled
some strings and got her, and here I am."