It was his third media interview of the morning. His publisher wanted him on all of the morning shows talking about his new book “The Fantastical Ferns’ Frivolous Fieldtrip".
“So tell me, Darin, how did you come up with such a silly story?” asked the third blond anchor of the morning
Darin grinned and said “I walked into my garden one morning and saw the ferns out there. The hard part was getting them to tell it back to me.”
The news anchors laughed, the publisher’s 28-year-old yuppie gave a thumbs up, and Darin waited for the camera to shut off. “How many of these fucking interviews do I have to do? They're all the same.” Darin said to no one really. As though he had been asked a direct question, the young man in a nice suit responded “two more this morning, then the Beijing Morning News tonight. We're really expanding in the Asian market. We may spin up an Asia-specific imprint. We really hope you'll stay with Riverbed Publishing...” Darin tuned out. He could feel a thumping behind his ears. Yes. Definitely behind his ears. It was just a headache, no reason for alarm.
“Hey, Mark..Martin..Matt! Sorry. Could I show you my writing room? It's where I get my inspiration for these worlds.”
Darin was in much better spirits for his last interview of the day. When the news anchors in Beijing asked what was next in his series, he responded “Well, I was just running around with a Ruby Red Ranskin and I think I'll write about what they have for their Thanksgiving meal.” The anchors laughed like you would when a young child tells you about their imaginary friend.
But Darin just smiled to himself. It's going to be a good book. And he owes it all to that kid with the nice suit. He never knew how Ruby Red Ranskins prepared their meals until today.
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