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Devin Stanton (560 Words)
I'm baaaaaaack!
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Devin Stanton sat in his office space in his new home watching the stormy night outside the window. It was appropriate seeing as his first nationally bestselling novel was titled “Storms”. He admired the silent flashes of electricity followed by the delayed roaring of thunder. The rain tapped in a kind of natural rhythm against the windows which was its own comforting sound. He had bought this house in the hill country of Texas, which looked like no other areas in Texas at all.
Mansions were cheaper in the south than anywhere else in the country and while he was not Republican, had barely ever voted for that matter, he seemed to understand the modernization of this rural area, it called to him as it hadn’t called to any other famous writer in history. The summers were…well, they were forever here. Sure you had cold snaps that were damp and thus more chilling in some respects than dry cold weather like he was used to (he was from Minnesota), but he enjoyed the heat all the same.
He looked back at his computer screen and wondered if he should call his next masterpiece “Summer Heat” or something like that. He had deadlines but his publishing house was a little relaxed on him for some reason. They had plenty of confidence in him especially thanks to “Storms”, but there was no rush, no urgency to get the next big thing done. His very debut was made into a blockbuster movie as well, and if he never wanted to write another day in his life he didn’t actually have to. He was alone in life, no wife, no children, no siblings, and no parents.
He sometimes thought he made the perfect army experimenter candidate but of course he would never volunteer himself for any of their programs. He was content with his success status quo. This was the life he’d always dreamed of. The novel he wrote took him two months to write, which was another key point for the media to dote on, along with the fact that his novel also got young adults to read in a big way, something this country had been sorely lacking. He could think of no greater contribution at the moment. A particularly loud roll of thunder rattled the window in front of him breaking his reverie.
He thought about picking up his phone and calling his editor, Janice, to see if she wanted to get together next week. The fact that she lived in New York was not a big deal for him since he was now considered a B-list celebrity and could easily pay for a first class ticket to go up and see her. They had a romantic interlude just after the movie had come out which lasted two glorious (to him) nights before he left town and bought his mansion in the unlikely and remote location of the hill country in north west Texas.
Something about this particular area had called to him even though he had never been to Texas before, knew nothing about the area or the people, and had bought the mansion site unseen—an odd thing to do by anyone’s standards. The media hadn’t known about this newest and admittedly strange acquisition yet, but when they found out it would add to his mystique he was sure.
Last edited by TheNextOne : 06-19-2007 at 10:14 PM.
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