{"id":65,"date":"2012-01-12T22:58:00","date_gmt":"2012-01-12T22:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2012\/01\/12\/writers-sketch-6-agent-from-the-black-lagoon\/"},"modified":"2012-01-12T22:58:00","modified_gmt":"2012-01-12T22:58:00","slug":"writers-sketch-6-agent-from-the-black-lagoon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rachelhorwitz.com\/blog\/2012\/01\/12\/writers-sketch-6-agent-from-the-black-lagoon\/","title":{"rendered":"Writer’s Sketch 6: Agent from the Black Lagoon"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u201cChange it all!\u201d the creature, hunched over a towering pile of papers, shouted. Beneath the desk, my knees clicked together as I accepted my red-blotched manuscript. The wheezing breath timed my flipping as I surveyed the damage. Pages-upon-pages with the dreaded red \u2018X\u2019, others trailed with a patchwork of corrections. <\/span><\/div>\n
Swallowing the bullet of air lodged in my throat, I decided, against my better judgment, to protest. \u201cI have to keep these scenes,\u201d I said sheepishly, prodding the page in question. The depths of darkness further disguised the creature in a swath of shadows. It inched its bony elbows across the desk, and lowered a burning glare to eye-level. An urgent, overwhelming need for my mother crept into my frazzled thoughts. I did my best to return the intense eye-contact to no avail. My eyes watered and my lids did all they could to shield me from the searing disapproval.  <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201cRe-write everything,\u201d was the command. One might say it leaked from the creature in the form of a whisper, but in actuality, it was uttered from the corner of its mouth and strangled the air as it drifted to my ears. I began running my fingernails over my teeth. The slightest nibble pacified my shaking if only for a moment. \u201cI noticed,\u201d I began gingerly. \u201cYou cut this character entirely.\u201d <\/span><\/div>\n
A plume of smoke danced past my eyes. Could it have been from a cigarette? Not likely. It had been emitted from the creature\u2019s incredulous snort. \u201cWaste of ink. Not funny,\u201d it replied. I wrung my hands together until the cracking bones snapped me back into reality. My fidgeting feet slipped. The stone tile beneath my feet had been polished by my shoe-soles into glass. One last pluck of courage bubbled through my system. \u201cDid you like any of it?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
The echoes of cackling began in the pit of the creature\u2019s stomach. Its amoeba-like shadow shifted with mirth. A snicker traveled up its throat until the burst of laughter crossed its lips; the creature rocked in its chair, reveling in hysteria. <\/span><\/div>\n

Back to the drawing board. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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