Finns phone always seems to ring louder than usual hen it rang at an incontinent time. She was finally getting into a rhythm with her editing, noticing more errors more clearly that she had before. It took her at least twenty minutes to get into this stage, now she needed to start from scratch.
“Hello” she grumbled.
“Are you home now?” She was answering on her land line.
“Is this a trick question?
“Uh, no, sorry it’s Daniel”
Oh no. Daniel. Or Desperate Daniel as she called him when she was at her grumpiest. The writer who, since they had met three months earlier had pestered her nonstop to put in a good word for him at the publishing house she worked at.
“I really think I have hit a good vain in my work lately” Daniel said enthusiastic as usual.
“Good, send it to your agent and see where it goes from their”
“Yes I will, it’s just I think it would really help if you put in a good word with...”
“We have been here before Daniel” Finn said letting the irritation show in her voice.
“Yes but I just think”
“Daniel, please”
“Why won’t you” Daniel snapped.
Finn was not used to his harsh tone and it took her a moment to regain herself.
“Listen, Daniel I see writers like you 20 times a day. There young, ambitious and experimental. They have prospect but common faults weigh them down”
“What faults?” Daniel inquired
“Clunky dialogue, flabby adverbs, overused adjectives, cliches”
“But I can fix that” he cried
‘I can change that” his desperation was growing in his voice
“Daniel I’m not saying you’re never going to be a professional writer your good bur you’re not great. So get in line and do it how everyone one else has to.”
Finn could picture him in his cramped apartment, living off two minute noodles, wishing desperately for a break. With a brief okay he hanged up the phone. She knew she had hurt him; she may have even crushed him. This could even have put him off writing for life depending on how thick his skin was. When she had first started rejecting people it had been a hard thing. But now it hardly hurt at all. Maybe she was growing cold? Maybe her sensitively was wearing away just so she could cope with hurting people? No, she thought. Daniel needed to here that, he was going to find out eventually. With this thought settled in her mind, she went back to her drawing red lines over other peoples work.
