Post by eddie david carmichael on Aug 10, 2011 9:25:34 GMT -5
Eddie understood. She didn't want to spend any more time with him than she had to. Well, he couldn't blame her - he wasn't the most loquacious conversationalist at the best of times, and besides, he probably already had her working hard enough. Maybe it was an insult to suggest that she might not be satisfied with her work? Oh Merlin, that hadn't occurred to him. He'd offended her!
"I... I..." Words, Eddie, words. "I get some pretty rubbish stuff published every week. My drafts are always edited hundreds of times. I don't think you'd be terrible... I mean isn't that what practice is for anyway... and it wouldn't just be you on your own..." Which, he reminded himself silently, was why she was saying no. She didn't want to work with him. But he wouldn't be able to persuade his Editor to get Emilia something solely of her own published. "But if you don't want to, that's okay, I'm sure you're really busy anyway."
"I... I..." Words, Eddie, words. "I get some pretty rubbish stuff published every week. My drafts are always edited hundreds of times. I don't think you'd be terrible... I mean isn't that what practice is for anyway... and it wouldn't just be you on your own..." Which, he reminded himself silently, was why she was saying no. She didn't want to work with him. But he wouldn't be able to persuade his Editor to get Emilia something solely of her own published. "But if you don't want to, that's okay, I'm sure you're really busy anyway."
