The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
As if on cue there was an attack nearby.Quinn got in her car when her editor called. "Hey Ray. How's the story coming along?" He asked. "Great, actually. In fact, I'd say I'm done for the day. All that's left is to write the article." She replied. "Right. About that. The newspaper wants a story about villains too. Unless you thought ahead, you might want to get on it." Roger said. Quinn frowned. "A villain? How am I supposed to do that? It's not like I can just walk up to one and say "Hey, can I interview you for my article?". In case you didn't know, villains are evil." She said. "It's not my call, Ray. Besides, you said the same thing about heroes. You don't have to interview one, just sneak a couple pictures. People love seeing pictures of villains." Quinn groaned. "This job is going to kill me. Fine, I'll do it." She said. "Great! Keep me updated." Quinn hung up and sighed. "The things I do for this job. Maybe I should just quit and live on the streets."