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She left her house today, because she's going to meet her editor for the first time. She isn't sure what they look like except that they're a yellow and brown Axolotl.

From the tone of their voice they often use- they have a fake niceness to them.

She knows they are just doing their job, but sometimes it feels like they only care about if she can make them money.

Maybe they will drop her if the book sells do badly?

She rocks on her heels as she waits in the waiting room for her appointment with them.

"Ah! There you are, please come.", the secretary motioned for her to follow.

They pass many editors and other writers plus a few artists. They seemed busy. She refocused in time to stop herself from bumping into the secretary.

"Flaky! Good to see you in person. Please sit and we can discuss your first published novel.", her editor wore a grey vest under their suspenders.

She noted that fact and filed it a way for future questions.

"Why are you wearing your vest under your suspenders?", never mind apparently her needed to know right now.

"....", her editor looked down and quietly put their suspenders under their vest and coughed in a fake manner.

"Anyway! I have some experience with erotica novelist and they tend not to be remembered much, so I want you to remember that. You'll have decent sales if it's good and you'll be a hit if your really good.", They began.

They directed her to the chair in front of their desk and when she sat, they sat too.

"Erotica isn't generally in the public eye unless it's on film or there's a problem being stirred up. You are a bit different as you've written... fanfiction before right?", they questioned.

She nodded and they nodded back.

"Right, from what I've seen the previously established personalities of the characters are intact and the narrative is cohesive. The plot doesn't drag often and you spend a god awful amount of time on pre-sxx conversation. Why is that? Most just dive into the heated passion or a little yes.", their editor pulls up one of her fictions on the computer.

The website, QuirkerlyWritten, pops up with one of her fictions already open. A page is highlighted in bright yellow.

"From experience. I've had a long discussion with every partner or partners I had and I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page and were okay with touching. It doesn't matter if it's a handshake or a hug, we talked about it.", her voice didn't shake as she said that.

"Firm conviction, I like that. Okay. You can keep that in as long as you break it down through out the book.", they said.

She agreed to their suggestion and they continued to talk for thirty minutes.

"Times almost up, when's the next time your open? I have Thursday, next Monday, and next Saturday.", they smiled.
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She left the building with a happy spring in her step, she decided to go get something to eat at the diner on her way to the post office.

Her way there she felt an itch. Her body ached as she stretched and felt herself scream the worse her body redden. Bumps grew the more she raked her dull claws up and down her fur, she felt her throat itch too.

She blinked and she was gasping in her bed. She frantically looked a round in confusion. Did she have another dream?

She wrote it down in her journal. Once it gets full, she will be using it for material. Luckily, she knew not to question how she got home.

Last time she got a horrible headache that sent her to the hospital.

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Bye