I had a literary license .... to kill!

I had a literary license .... to kill!

Four best sellers in the last ten years. At my home on Dana Point beach, I called my publisher to extend the deadline one more month. Accepting, she invited herself over for lunch

I made a Czech speciality. Half a hardboiled egg & a gherkin wrapped in solid bacon fat then wrapped in gristly beef & tied with string. Then boiled for an hour. My publisher vomit

ed up my manuscript, but went ahead at ate the deep fried gherkin...but not before he slathered it with mustard. My publisher didn't like my writing but he liked my Czech cooking.

Thank God for Food52!Where else would I've found a Czech recipe that fast?OK,I changed a few ingredients and skiped some steps,but I guess my publisher should be fine.I'll call him

later at the hospital to see how he enjoyed having his stomach pumped. I did manage to get him to sign off on my latest manuscript before he started heaving and passed out. Maybe

is not a "yes" and it is not a "no." It's one of those words that just leave you hanging, you know directionless. I can't make a decision on "maybe." I need a firm response damn it

. Yes or no. I've been fed on "maybe" all my life. I went and stabbed a man in a back-alley, hoping he'd scream NO so I could break the pattern, but he kept screaming MAYBE at me.

me as the POSSIBLE murderer. MAYBE I did it, MAYBE I didn't, but one thing I knew for sure. I wasn't a hobo anymore.I had a nice warm place to sleep & food for the rest of my life.