Chapter 15
"So I get out of college, all prepared to write my Great American Novel. Or at least the novel that sold a ton of copies. You already know that first one did sell well. Probably too well. Once I started seeing steady income and got a contract for the next two, what was my gift to myself?"
"You moved to New York. Just like writers are supposed to."
"Of course. That was almost a requirement of the book deal. And everything gradually fell to pieces. I got the next two books out, yeah. The few people who read them raved about how much better they were than the first. And no one else bought them. Not until some asshole decided to claim the third one as his own."
"I'd forgotten about that! I was already out West collecting those broken bones. You ended up in court for a while, did
