Dunne was starting to feel like a screenwriter. He was starting to think he would get that movie deal after all.
Not that he acted any less pessimistic in front of the others. As they sat in the Martianland snack bar, he kept up a cynical pose. Quincy and Starla were giddy, but Dunne stayed as low-key as Hannahlee...maybe more so.
Meanwhile, he was daydreaming about being on the set of the big-screen Willows movie. Listening to the actors recite the dialogue he'd written. Making suggestions to the director.
No more writing hack tie-in novels for piddling paychecks. No more taking s**t from know-nothing editors. No more fighting for every scrap of work and positive reinforcement.
Soon, he would be in hog heaven, living the dream of a lifetime. In spite of his doubts along the wa
