I Might Have Found My Calling

Posted by McNaire on Dec 03 2009

Picture this:
     A lush, lavish room with a giant fountain and an ivory desk set against massive gold-etched windows that look out onto a meticulously maintained garden. A scared man is ushered into the presence of a Man decked in robes who stands meditatively gazing out at the garden scene. As the scared man is brought before the Man, the flanking guards force him onto his knees, where he starts to frantically pray. There is a long pregnant pause as the Man turns slowly and regards the man in front of him with evident disdain. He taps a sheaf of papers with a long cultured finger and in a voice coming from the depths of a mountain cavern growls, “You disappoint us.” The man falls to the ground and begins to grovel. “You use too many commas,” the Man continues, “However, considering your past…use to this person, we have decided to give you one week to correct your problem, or else we shall feed you to our pet crocodiles.” The groveling man knocks his head on the floor at this unexpected mercy and crawls away backwards, grateful for having his life spared.
     That should be me. The one, the only, the EDITOR! Supreme arbitrator for all things written.
     At least that’s how my friends view me whenever they are foolish enough to let me look at their work…