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“FUCK!” Katya threw her pen across the room with a shout that shook the windows and caused her roommate to look up from her reading with a start. “Are you okay, Katya?” Jen knew better than to interrupt Katya when she was writing. But even in her most stressed state Katya usually didn’t throw things across the room, so she decided to risk it. “No God damnit I am not fucking okay!” Katya sat on the couch, slumped over with her chin on her chest, a look of pure hatred on her face. She was still for a moment, blue eyes flashing with rage, muttering incoherently. Jen watched, mystified. Slowly, Katya came back to herself and began to relax. “I’m sorry Jen. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just so fed up with this writer’s block. I’ve got sixteen hours before Marla’s Revenge is due to my editor, and I absolutely cannot finish it.” Katya had one published novel, and worked now on the sequel, already accepted by her publisher. “I thought you said you had it all planned out.” Jen looked at the writer sympathetically. She was working on a research grant, and had her own deadlines to meet. “I did! I’ve done everything I planned—I got her off Limus Five, I revealed her true alien nature, I set her up to kill Bell and bam, here that perverted, idiotic man comes again, wanting to fuck.” “Wait, wait. Bell? I thought you said you had him contained. You got him laid on that totally gratuitous all female planet you wrote in. He promised you he would behave. I was just getting to the part where you finally hook him up with Marla.” “Believe me, I know what he promised. He and I went back and forth for ages over whether he was going to actually get in his ship and chase Marla. He was too busy ogling all the prison guards to even accept her folio. Augh! I can’t do this any more. I quit! You hear me Jason? I goddamn, mother fucking quit! How do you like that, you slut?” Katya leaned over and put her head in her hands, moaning. “Oh Jen, what am I going to do?”  |
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