I'm sure we could arrange something better. [He responds by straightening out of the chair, giving the pages littering the walls a brief glance, almost as though he's just remembered about them.] Oh. Yes, some of them. Works in progress, you might say.
[Not just pages of stories, mind you. There're whole pages of notes, ideas, potential characters, unfinished dialog, a complete visual mish-mash of his thought process. In fact, he doubts anyone else could make sense of it all.]
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[Not just pages of stories, mind you. There're whole pages of notes, ideas, potential characters, unfinished dialog, a complete visual mish-mash of his thought process. In fact, he doubts anyone else could make sense of it all.]