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"Maya sat on the edge
of the dock"

her bright blue eyes
searching the night sky.

She wondered if a purpose was
something you were born with.

A calling that tugged at you
from deep inside.

Or if it was simply
the name you gave

to whatever it was
you ultimately fell into

to lend it an importance
it might not deserve.

She hoped it was the former.

"She liked to believe
she was meant for more."

Um, right here, green jacket.

Hello, Skye...

I read that publishers
had turned away your books

for five years before
you finally wrote 'Maya's Fall.'

I'm a writer, or at least,
I'm trying to be.

I was wondering if you could
talk for a little bit

about how you keep going
in the face of rejection.

Prove them wrong.

Make it happen,
by any means necessary...

and then forward them
your sales numbers anonymously.

Okay, next question. Um...

You, young lady.

- Hi.
- Hello.

When are you gonna
write the sequel?

There are no plans for a sequel.

But, I have a new book.

It's called 'So Dark The Waves.'
I just finished it.

I really hope
you'll give it a shot

it is the best thing
I've ever done.

So it just ends there?

You're really going to
leave Maya like that?

She didn't even make it
to Albuquerque.

Um, we grow attached

to these characters
and their lives.

And sometimes it's hard to
say goodbye to people you love.

Um, let's see.

I'm sorry,
we're all out of time.

Thank you all for coming,
and let's hear it again

for our guest tonight,
author Skye Chaste.

I usually get paid
as soon as the event ends.

I'm sorry,
we don't cut the checks here.

They go out
from the main office.

But you'll have it
in five to ten business days.

Can't you make an exception?

I'm sorry.
It's, it's store policy.

But, please, um, help yourself
to anything that's on the table.

One-twenty.

I was barely here eight hours.

Ma'am, we don't do hourly rates.

We're not that type
of establishment.

I am done with the tours,
Chelsea.

I barely break even.

'So Dark The Waves, ' let's just
set up a virtual session.

They're passing.

What do you mean?

They didn't like it.

'Maya's Fall' made them
a lot of money.

I know.

They won't even put
an editor onto it?

"Pretentious.

Convoluted nonsense."

"Written by a sociopath."

My God.

That one was off the record,
just ignore that last one.

Well...

Can't we just
take it somewhere else?

That was three
different publishers.

Look...

It's a sophomore slump.
It happens to the best of them.

- I spent two years on that.
- You can't take it personally.

I bled for that book, everything
on those pages is me.

How am I not supposed to
take this personally?

Look, there's one recipe

for continued success.

Repetition.

When you find something
that works

you need to give them
more of the same.

You mean, a sequel.

Or, better yet, a trilogy.

'Maya's Return, '
'Maya's Revenge.'

Send the kid to the moon
for all I care.

And Jesus Christ!
Can you deliver a love interest?

It's like you don't know
your readers at all.

Look, the guy should be brooding

but give him a puppy.

How about I just make him

perpetually shirtless?

Now you're thinking.

Chelsea...

I am dead broke.

I don't know how much longer
I can get by.

You need money?

Get me something that will sell.
Simple as that.

Sorry.

I-I didn't mean to scare you.

Did you need something?

I thought maybe
you'd recognize me.

Can't say that I do.

I was at the reading last night,
at the Bookmark?

Did you follow me here?

No, no, I-I was just walking,
and I saw you...

I'm a really big fan.

I wanted to say hello last night

but I chickened out.

I'm not great with crowds.

Don't beat yourself up over it.

It's just, I traveled a really
long way to see you

and I have a million questions.

Do you maybe have
a little time to talk?

I just spent two weeks
in ten different cities.

I am tired and hungry
and I just wanna get home.

There's an address
on my website.

You can send any questions
you have there

in a self-addressed
stamped envelope.

I-If you're hungry,
I could buy you breakfast.

Holly. Is that with a Y?

How else would you spell it?

Well, there is a,
a woman in Duluth

who is spelt Catherine with a Q.

Now I always ask.

"The main difference
between a cat and a lie"

is that the cat
has only nine lives.

"Truly yours, Skye Chaste."

Isn't that how Mark Twain
signed his books?

Yeah.

But he's dead now, so I figure

you know, he's not using it.

Um, sorry, did you want one?

No, that's okay.

I didn't realize
they were selling those.

Ha.

I, um, I had it made.

Wow, you really are a fan.

The biggest.

There's something else
I wanted to ask you.

Yeah. We're on your dime.
Ask away.

I'm a writer.

Well, not like you, but...

I feel like there's a story

I need to tell.

And I was hoping
you could help me.

I have a book.

It's almost done, but I...

I'm having trouble
writing an ending.

I'm, I'm not really sure
what I can do for you.

You can mentor me.

Give me notes.

Your author's bio said you
used to run writer's workshops.

I don't do that anymore.

Plus, once you start
publishing your own stuff

you just open yourself up
to all kinds of lawsuits.

Give notes on some terrible
script, next thing you know

you're being sued because yours
takes place on the same planet.

So, no thanks.

But I can,
I can recommend someone.

I think I, um, have a number.

I don't want their opinion.

I want yours.

I could pay you.

It's gonna take
a lot more than lunch.

- I have money.
- From what, your paper route?

I've saved $2000.

Wait, you're currently
in possession of $2000?

Okay, kid.

But I do not copy edit, okay?
My grammar is trash.

Thank you so much. Really.

This means the world to me.

Alright, I'm gonna go to
the bathroom. You'd settle up

the check?

Alright, we'll go to my place,
I'll read your book.

I'll give you my notes,
you pay me, then leave, deal?

Deal.

Y-you okay to drive?

I am inviting you into my home.

This is an exercise of trust
for all involved.

Hop in.

- You coming?
- Yeah.

Guess I just can't believe
I'm actually here.

I'm gonna go unpack
and scrub off ten cities'

worth of filth.
But, you can start here.

Go ahead and print off a draft

and we'll take a look at it
when I'm out.

All done?

What are you doing?

I was looking for more paper.

It's not up here.

Paper's under the desk.

Downstairs.

If you're gonna be here, we need
to establish some ground rules.

The first being,
don't touch my stuff.

The second being,
don't touch my stuff.

Who was that,
in all those pictures?

He's Paul.

Paul Walsh?

How do you know that name?

From the dedication,
in the front of the book?

- "For Paul Walsh, with love."
- Right.

- What happened to him?
- That's none of your business.

Bring it out when it's ready.

Skye, I'm really sorry

I didn't mean to upset you.
It's...

Sometimes, I'm too curious
for my own good and...

I just-I have a problem
with boundaries, but...

Knowing that I upset you, I,
it makes me feel really bad.

Okay, stop.

I think we could all use
a little time out.

I haven't dusted
these off in forever.

I don't get too many
visitors out here.

Middle of nowhere
is great for writing

but terrible for company.

And no one can hear you scream.

Yeah, let's, let's not do that.

So, what do they
do for fun, in, um...

Where're you from again?

Alaska.

Your family was okay with you
coming all this way

just to get a book signed?

I don't really have a family.

Been on my own for a while now.

It's been a hard
couple of years.

My mom died,
and my dad died shortly after.

Damn.

Finding the book, it...

It helped me get through them.

When I looked at Maya,
I saw myself.

You know, it was like things
finally made sense for me.

You've just had such a profound
impact on my life

and even if it meant
selling everything I owned

and leaving
everything else behind.

I knew I had to meet you.

Shoot, ha.

Paul is my fiance.

We met at a writing retreat
I was running...

and he proposed to me
over there, under that tree.

Six months later, he...

walked into our living room

with a gun.

And put a bullet in his head.

So, I packed up

every piece of him

and put it in the attic.

Because, screw him, right?

Okay.

No title.

I haven't thought of one.

Okay.

Fantasy? YA?

It's... sort of
a mystery, I guess.

How far along are you?

There's three chapters
left to write.

And you're stuck?

I don't have a resolution.

If it's a mystery, you really
need to have the end

in mind from the start.

Guess I thought I could

just wait and see
how it all turned out.

That's a bold strategy.

No title, no ending.

Where are all my damn pens?

I'm doing everything wrong,
aren't I?

Your first novel
is supposed to be bad.

You need to just get it out
of your system.

And the next one will be good?

No.

You have a really
beautiful house.

Thanks.

These are cool.

Where'd you get them?

They belong
to the previous owner.

He was pretentious.

So, why'd you keep them up?

I am also pretentious.

How long have you lived here?

A few years.

Was it hard to stay
after Paul killed himself?

Sharing time is over,
that subject

is officially off-limits.

What's your book about?

The new one, that you mentioned
at the reading.

'So Dark...'

'...The Waves, ' um,
'So Dark The Waves.'

It's about... guilt, loss

the intrinsic dishonesty
of the human condition.

Whoa. What's that mean?

I'm trying something different.

Is there a reason you don't
wanna write another Maya book?

There are a lot of reasons.

Do you not have any ideas?

I have a great idea, how about

we stop talking about this?

Sorry. I'm just
a little nervous.

Alright, Holly with a Y.

Let's see what you got.

What do you think?

It's pretty rough.

But it's not unsalvageable.

I think with a lot of work, we
can whip this thing into shape.

Yeah?

Thank you so much.

It's getting pretty late, I...

I should find a motel.

Um...

Sorry.

It's just, um...

Yeah, it is getting late.

So, why don't you just
stay here for a few days?

You know, we can
roll up our sleeves

and really whip this thing
into shape.

I only have the 2000.

We can figure something out.

That's very generous of you.

The guest bedroom is upstairs.

The first door on the right.

So, you have any questions
for me before I go to bed

like where the clean towels
are, or...

- No.
- Great.

'Cause I don't think I have
any clean towels, so...

Actually...

could I stay down here
for a while

and listen to some of those?

Yeah.

Knock yourself out.

The turntable's on the piano.

Thanks.

Chelsea, I'm working
on something new.

No, not, not that one.

Just, pick another one. Okay?

Did I do something wrong?

Skye?

- Morning!
- Hey, can you...

Yeah. Sorry.

It's fine.

How'd you sleep?

Like a log.

Glad to hear it.

Are we okay?

I feel like I keep
making these mistakes.

It's over, forget it. I have.

You're out of coffee.

And eggs.

Who needs to eat, right?

I found this in the back
of the cabinet.

I left you some,
but there wasn't much left.

I have business in town

I can hit the grocery store
before I get home.

So, any requests?

No. Thank you.

How long will you be gone?

Most of the day.

But...

this... should keep you busy.

Take a look, we can talk
when I get back.

It's a good start.

You really think so?

Wouldn't say it
if I didn't mean it.

You think I should add
a love interest?

You got to know your audience.

You trust me, right?

Of course.

Has anyone else given you
any input on the draft?

No. You're the first person
I've shown it to.

Perfect.

Let's just keep it
between the two of us

for now?

Till it's done.

Before I forget...

The money you mentioned?

Yeah?

Could I...

have it?

Yeah, right. Of course.

One sec.

This is all I have on me

but I can get more.

This is... fine for now.

Do me a favor.
Email me your file.

I need to reformat it.

Reformat?

The margins are too wide,
the font is too big.

It's throwing off
the page count.

It's just the first draft.

You wanna do this
correctly, right?

I mean, I thought you said
you wanted to be a writer.

- I do.
- Well...

This is what writers do.

You're paying me
a lot of money, Holly

but if you'd rather
I just mail it in...

No, of course not.
I'll, I'll send it right away.

Great.

Leave off the title page
for now...

until we can think
of something catchy.

Actually, I had some ideas
I wanted to run by you.

Like...

'Disappear Anchor, ' or

I don't know, maybe 'Fan Girl?'

Good start.

Keep thinking.

Chelsea.

Hey, do you have a minute?

I never have a minute.

I have a new book for you.
I've been working on it a while.

I didn't want to jinx it
by telling you.

You know I hate surprises.

You'll like this one, I think
it's really something special.

No offense,
but that was the pitch

for your last book and we
all know how that turned out.

Look, I'm sending it to you now.

Drop whatever you're doing,
and read it, okay?

Should be all of it.

I really appreciate you
grabbing this for me.

What are neighbors for?

You might want to read the one
from the electric company.

It's towards the bottom.

I did not go through your mail.

It's just the envelope
is very bright.

Orange.

I think it's a final notice.

I'll do that.

Thanks again. I owe you one.

Since you offered...

We're having a big fundraiser
at the end of the month

to send the high school
football team off to State.

Go, Wolfpack!

Well, anyway...

Maybe we could get a few
of your autographed books

to auction off?

I'll pay for them.

Yeah, sure, okay.

Wonderful!

You should look
at the gas bill, too.

It's just very bright.

Jesus!

Hey. I made a breakthrough
on chapter 21.

What are those pictures
doing out?

I put them there.
I thought it might help.

What right do you have
to meddle in my personal life?

- I'm sorry.
- You're here to fix your book.

You're not here to fix me.

I didn't mean to upset you.

But it's not good
to hold onto pain.

Locking memories of him
in the attic

isn't going to help you heal.

You'll never be able
to move past what happened

until you face it head-on.

Maybe you wouldn't have
to drink this much.

I drink because I like it.

It seems like you need it.

Who are you to say that to me?
You've known me two days.

I've learned a lot about you.

God. I totally get it now.

No wonder you don't
have any family.

They probably couldn't get away
from you fast enough.

How could you say that?

Yeah, not so fun, is it?

When people make assumptions.

Another valuable life lesson,
free of charge.

You're nothing like
I thought you'd be.

Yeah, well, never meet
your idols, kid.

Damn!

Is it a fuse?

No, it's what happens when you
don't pay the electric bill.

- Brought you these.
- Um. Thanks.

Just remember to blow them out
before you go to bed.

Of course.

I'll call the electric company
in the morning.

Work something out.

I have a few more hours left
on my computer.

I'll just write
by the candlelight

like the pioneers used to do.

You do that.

Have you read it yet?

Yes, I realize
it doesn't have a title.

Just, um...
I was thinking, maybe...

'Fan Girl?'

Yeah, just,
just believe me, okay?

It's gonna be the book
that turns my career around.

How's it going, captain?

Well, it's having about
a bit of trouble here.

You're not even building it
in a bottle frame.

You think you can do better?

I know I can.

Just need to have patience.

Okay.

See, that right there, it's
not helping my concentration.

Look, we did it though.

What would you do without me?

I... don't wanna find out.

Hey, knock it off.

Is everything alright?

You tell me.

Everything's fine.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need you
to stop whatever it is

you're doing in there, then.

What I'm doing?

The banging.
What is with the banging?

I'm not banging anything.

Okay, well.

Then, if you're not,
then who is? It's not me.

I didn't hear anything.

Are you serious?

What did it sound like?

Like banging,
loud banging on the wall.

Honestly, I haven't
been banging anything

and I haven't heard any banging.

No, don't even...

Maybe it was the wind.

Or some tree branches.

Are you messing with me?

What is this?

No, no. I'm not,
I'm not doing that.

I'm not really sure
what you want me to say.

Never mind.

Just go back to bed.

"'Love In The Western World'

by Denis de Rougemont."

It's how much?

Can't I make a partial payment

or get on some kinda plan?

Can I speak with the manager?

Who is this girl?

Hello.

I see you finally got

your act together.

- What?
- The book.

S-s-so you like it?

I love it!

No, it's, it's way better
than that other crap

you were trying to peddle.

Okay, let's not go crazy.

No, no, seriously.

It's really great,
really inspired stuff.

It's not a sequel,
but there is a market for this.

Is it something you can sell?

Are you kidding? I already sent

the first few chapters
to the publishers.

They're all eating crow.

We officially have
a bidding war.

And based on the success
of your last book...

we're talking six figures,
maybe higher.

Could you make it conditional?

On what?

That they publish
'So Dark The Waves.'

- Skye.
- It's gotta be both.

Alright. I will run it by them.

How soon before you
finish this one?

Have-have you read it yet?

Yes, I realize
it doesn't have a title.

I was thinking maybe, um...

'Fan Girl?'

Skye?

Ju-just a couple days.

There's a few things
I need to do first.

Peace offering.

I'm only 18.

I won't tell.

You ever figure out
what that noise was?

Yeah, you know, I think
you're right, I think

it was just a branch.

It's still pretty windy.

Are you going low-tech?

My computer is almost dead.

I... I found this
in your office.

- I hope that's okay.
- Sure.

The power should be back soon.

It's really beautiful out here.

I can see why you'd be inspired.

Yeah.

You know, it's easy to write
when it's the only thing

to do, so...

Look, I've had a rough
couple of days.

I, I didn't mean to
take it out on you.

No, it's okay.

I understand.

I can be pushy.

I know that about myself.

And you know a lot
about me, too.

But I feel like I hardly
know anything about you.

There's not much to tell.

I'm sure that's not true.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Some strapping,
young moose hunter

who is breathlessly
awaiting your return?

I had a boyfriend
in high school, but we broke up

um... when his family
moved away.

Man.

That's too bad.

Well, you know...

Happy love has no history,
and all that.

It's de Rougemont.

'Love In The Western World.'

I've read it.

So...

What do you do for work?

I used to work
at a convenience store

but I, I quit
before I came out here.

Why?

I don't know.

There was a couple of reasons.

I was ready to move on anyway.

Then, I saw you were
going on your book tour...

and I took it as a sign.

Maybe it was time
for a fresh start.

So you just left?

Yeah.

That must've been hard.

Leaving the place
that you grew up.

Leaving all of your friends.

I don't have any friends.

Come on. Everybody has friends.

I've always been
kind of a loner, I guess.

There must be someone.

Someone who misses you.

Not really.

- Skye?
- Yeah?

I was wondering if you could
maybe drive me into town?

But you're hitting your stride.

You don't want to
lose your rhythm.

It's just, I wasn't really
planning to be here so long.

I... feel bad eating your food.

You're my guest.

If I go into town,
I can take out

the rest of the money I owe you.

I know you're good for it.

You're so close to the end,
why stop now?

Power's back.

I made you some lunch.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Is this the last chapter?

Most of it.

Homestretch?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Well, keep going
till you're done, okay?

I don't want to have to...
tie you to that chair.

Fuck!

Damn it!

Hey, can I help you?! Hi!

- I brought the books.
- Okay.

You have something on your...

Yup. Happens to me all the time
when I garden.

You know, you know, right now
is not a really good time.

I'm sorry.

- Do you have company?
- No. No, no, it's just me.

I-I, I'm-I'm in
the middle of something.

It'll only take a minute.

I was just so excited
that you agreed

to help out with the auction

that I bought off the store.

I thought we could
get 'em signed

and right up on the website.

Okay. Sure, yeah,
let me see them.

Here you go. You're an angel.

Okay, do you have a pen?

I don't.

Okay, co... We'll go this way.

I really do appreciate this.

Sure, sure.

Could you make that last one
out for my daughter?

Emmilee. That's with two E's.

- And two M's.
- What a beautiful name.

You know, you really should
come into town more often.

We'd love to have you
at the event.

We're getting a band
from San Dimas.

Thanks. I will try to do that.

Yup, all alone out here
by yourself every day

I think I'd go
a little stir-crazy.

- You need help with that or...
- No, no. I'm good.

Who was that?

No one.

Gotta go and clean up.

I have something
for you look at.

This is great.

I was a little reluctant about
the love interest suggestion

but, I think it worked.

It's a crowd-pleaser.

The puppy was a fun addition.

I named him Boots.

Why Boots?

When I was little,
we had a dog named Boots.

Well...

write what you know I guess.

I'm glad you decided
to keep those up.

I realized you had a point.

What's a Lit PEN Award?

Who knows? Hmph. Who cares?

I think you do.

You act like
it doesn't affect you

but I think it matters to you
what people think.

You've got me all figured out.

Seems like you resent it...

'Maya's Fall.'

It was supposed to open the door

and not define my career.

Is it really so bad if it does?

I mean, it's touched
so many people.

No one wants to be
a one-hit wonder.

Can I?

Sure.

Do you wanna hear a story?

Always.

It's been a while, I might
mix up some of the details.

I'll keep that in mind.

Around 1200 AD

in a small Chinese village

this man was found dead
in a wheat field.

He had deep, deep slashes...

here...

and here.

He bled out in the field.

Makes sense.

They determined
the murder weapon

was most likely a hand sickle

but... in a village
full of wheat farmers

almost everyone had one.

There was no obvious suspects

no witnesses...

What did they do?

The town's magistrate
had all the farmers line up

their sickles against the wall

and leave them out
in the hot sun.

By the end of the day

one of the sickles
was covered in flies.

The blood.

The blood.

And even though the blade
had been wiped off

traces still remained.

The owner broke down
and confessed.

I think they hung him.

I'm not sure.

That part's fuzzy.

My dad told me that.

That's a hell
of a bedtime story.

It always stuck with me.

It's a good reminder.

Of what?

That no matter what you do
to fight it

the truth always
has a way of coming out.

So what do you think?

About what?

The chapter.

Does it work?

It's, it's getting there.

Here, try these.

It's over. I...

I finished.

That's great.

I can't wait for you to read it.

Yeah, me neither.

I wasn't sure I could do it

but then suddenly the last word

was on the page.

We should celebrate.

How about, um, a game of Bocce?

Isn't it kind of dark out?

I have,
floodlights in the backyard.

Come on.

Can I be red?

I-I'll even spot you points.

We just need to get the set
from the garage.

How 'bout a drink first?

I thought you were too young.

It's a special occasion.

I think I've earned it.

What's the best liquor
to toast with?

You can't go wrong with bourbon.

This one has a fun label.

Will it work?

Yeah, it's all good

in my book.

You can, you can
fill it up more.

You're living dangerously,
right?

Right.

To...

To your first book.

To Skye Chaste.

You're the reason
this is all happening.

Whoo!

Maybe I should have started
with something weaker.

Just, one, two, three
and down the hatch.

Come on, don't overthink it.

No, after.

I, I really can't wait
any longer.

I wanna show you what I've done.

Ta-da.

Alright, it's a big moment.
You-you nervous?

No.

Not anymore.

Wha-what is this?

The book.

Do you think this is funny?

No, I don't.

Is everything okay?

I'm just...

What did you...

Sorry.

I didn't think
you'd be up this fast.

The back of the bottle
didn't say how long you'd be out

so I wasn't sure.

And I wasn't just gonna
sit in here with you and wait.

That would be weird, right?

Found the key to the garage
in your purse.

Seemed like a good place
to talk.

Although I suspect you had
another use in mind.

I found this, too.

No screaming, alright?

Wh-what do you want?

Money? I think it's pretty clear
I don't have any.

I told you at the start of this,
I have a few questions.

Okay.

I want you to tell me
what happened to Paul Walsh.

P-Paul?

What does he has to do
with anything?

How did he die?

Is this some sick fantasy
o-of y-yours?

You wanna know every tiny detail
of my life?

How did he die?

I...

I told you how he died.

Well, start from the beginning.

Paul Walsh...

bought that .357

and shot himself.

Wrong, you killed Paul Walsh.

What?

- No, I...
- You shot him.

And you made it look like
a suicide.

You're-you're crazy, I...

No, I'm Maya.

Maya's not real.

You-you know that, right?

She is real, she's me.

You didn't put the bullets in?

I-I thought they were
in there already.

You didn't check first?

Okay.

Holly, listen.

Maya, my name is Maya.

Maya...

is a character in a book
I wrote.

No, she's a character
in a book he wrote.

Bet you thought you had it
all figured out.

Steal a dead man's book,
no one would ever know.

How could you possibly
know that?

Because Paul Walsh
was my father.

He-he didn't have any children.

He had a whole family,
until he left us.

How do you walk out
on a seven-year-old girl?

What could you've
possibly ever done

to make him wanna leave?

At first, he sent postcards.

I tore them all up.

Eventually, he stopped writing.

Until a few years ago.

He sent me an email.

The very first draft
of his very first novel.

One he told me I had inspired
him to write.

"Maya sat at the edge
of the dock...

her bright blue eyes
gazing the night sky."

Imagine my surprise

when I passed the bookstore
six months later.

There, on the front display,
was 'Maya's Fall.'

Only it had a different
author's name on the cover.

I thought it had to be
a coincidence.

But I bought it anyway.

Every word was the same.

Don't move.

There's bullets in it this time.

I, I didn't kill him.

I didn't know he was struggling.

He never told me.

He never said a word.

- I don't believe you.
- It's the truth.

He killed himself with the gun
you're holding.

He told me he loved me.

Yeah, he told me
he loved me, too.

We had a plan.

A future.

But he did it anyway.

- You're a liar.
- No, wait, please.

Just listen to me.

When I came home

I found the manuscript.

What, so you just took it?

Yeah!

That's his, that belongs to him.

He left me.

And he left you.

I don't owe him

a damn thing.

I was angry...

a-and alone.

But I didn't kill him.

But you were gonna kill me.

Sign it.

I said sign it.

It's a confession...

saying that you didn't write
the book

and that Paul Walsh
is the author of 'Maya's Fall.'

Sign it!

This won't bring him back.

Shut up.

I said sign it!

Now get up and go sit
by the window.

What happens now?

You shoot me?

No.

I'm not like you.

Have a wonderful life.

Writing is a personal journey.

We all have stories within us.

The trick

is finding out

how to share them with the world

in a way that connects.

Alright,
I hope you all have found

some inspiration here today.

Thank you.

Jessie?

Hi, I just wanted to tell you

that I really enjoyed
your workshop.

Thank you...

Beatrice.

'The Epic Fantasy, ' right?

Ye-yes, that's me.

I think your sample's very good.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I wish you had shared it
with the group.

No, I couldn't.

I'm not that confident.

I haven't shared it with anyone.

Well, I hope that changes
one day.

I know the workshop is over

but I was wondering

if you would help me
with my book.

I-I, I don't
do private consultations.

Just a bad experience.

Please?

I'm very easy to work with.

I'd do anything you say.

Well, you've twisted my arm.

Walk with me to my car?

You can tell me all about it.

Okay, so...

Do you wanna hear a story?

It's been a while, I might
mix up some of the details.

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