WESTLEY

“SO, HOW WAS it?” I asked my agent Mark about my manuscript. The anticipation was killing me. It still sounded bizarre to me that I was able to write a whole book while dwelling on my life misery.

When his expression looked like he wanted to drop the bad news, I sipped my coffee.

“I read the whole manuscript, and I like it, Harry. For a newbie writer like you without experience, and someone who graduated from fashion design, I admire you, and you have great potential.”

“But?”

“I want you to revise it. Don’t worry about the editor, you can have one from the publisher,” he assured me,...