
In the mean time, though, he is focusing on his fiction.
"Just throw some symbolism in there," Euterpe says, settling down at the table across from him with a pop, "English teachers love that kind of stuff." She plays double-flute and used to sit next to Roland in the select band before he moved to the back with the rest of the hitters. They hang out in her kitchen a lot.
Euterpe hesitates. "Sorry. I don't mean to sound crass or demeaning or anything. I don't write much. I'm just saying it's about consistency. Pander to your audience."
That night, Roland tries to compose in his head while he works out that damned rhythm: tap-rest-tap-tap-tap-rest-tap-rest-tap-rest-tap-rest. After an hour his wrist is sore and his head is aching but he's somewhere, at least.
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you've had an affinity with English teachers, back t0 when Sophie[most revered of all canines] was a pup.
I agree with Jeff.
i'm glad Euterpe drinks pop (and i had to look her up, my muse knowledge is lackluster) :)
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