[[PLORTIKANT paces along what appears to be a waterfront.]]
PLORTIKANT: I just got a GREAT idea for a novel!
PLORTIKANT: Oh man! It's gonna be SO cool! All these characters and situations! I'll get to communicate ideas and share my point of view!!
PLORTIKANT: It'll be hard. I'll have to put in untold hours. Writing...revising...feedback...editing...I see it as 500 pages at LEAST
PLORTIKANT: Then I'll send it to publishers. Or maybe self-publish? Either way the bulk of marketing will fall to me...
PLORTIKANT: SOME people probably won't care for it. THAT'S if anyone even READS it!
PLORTIKANT: Maybe there'll be a clamor for a sequel...a small but loyal fanbase...but is it enough to really sustain the series??
PLORTIKANT: I could probably write a second. A third would be tough, but I could eke it out.
PLORTIKANT: I hate to see a JOY turn into a DRUDGERY.
PLORTIKANT: At THAT point I'd better hang it up...let it run its course and come to a satisfying conclusion.
PLORTIKANT: Not everything has to be a soap opera! Let the story stand COMPLETE. I'll look back at the trilogy as an important milestone in my career, but I'm sorry, fans, it is OVER.
[[A bearded man, GRAMBLETHORPE, interjects.]]
GRAMBLETHORPE: You keep talking about how excited you are to write, but I never see you, y'know, WRITING.
PLORTIKANT: If I can cut out that middleman I get all the same gratification in a fraction of the time
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