*Angela is snoozing on an eighteenth century fainting couch, using a pile of books as a pillow, and blanketed by sheets of a A4 paper (printed on one side, double space, 12 pt font). A blue pen dangles from her limp fingers and a large blue splot of ink mars her wrinkled brow.*
Evil Monkey creeps closer, leans down and yells: Hey!
Angela: Argh!!! *flails about, falls off the eighteenth century fainting couch, swears* (a lot)
Evil Monkey: Did I wake you?
Angela: Iâ€™ve known you for what? A week and a half?
Evil Monkey: About that, yeah.
Angela: And I already hate you.
Evil Monkey: Hey! Not fair. I brought you a coffee and a danish with raisins.
Angela: Yeah, no. Iâ€™m not accepting anything from you ostensibly containing â€˜raisinsâ€™. Not falling for that again.
Evil Monkey: Mmmm. Smarter than you look. Coffee?
Angela: No way.
Evil Monkey: Right. So, whatchya been doing?
Angela: Proofing a manuscript.
Evil Monkey: One of those short story collections?
Angela: Yep. The Girl with No Hands & Other Tales.
Evil Monkey: Howâ€™s that going?
Angela: Well, itâ€™s done and gone to the publisher and heâ€™s sent it to the printer.
Evil Monkey: So, an easy task?
Angela: Hell, no. Itâ€™s mainly reprints. You go back and re-read stories you wrote four year ago and you see how your style has changed and you scream quietly to yourself.
Evil Monkey: You want to re-write bits?
Angela: Oh, yeah. Itâ€™s like being told to not look back. You know youâ€™ll be turned into a pillar of salt if you do … but you just canâ€™t help it.
Evil Monkey: Did you change much?
Angela: Nah. It was difficult. You can see your mistakes â€“ or not necessarily mistakes, but stuff youâ€™d do differently now. But most stuff I left â€“ unless it was just so awful I wanted to chew my own arm off. Repetitions, that’s the worst thing for me. I try so hard to get rid of them nowadays. Back then, not so much – I just didn’t see it.
Evil Monkey: Whyâ€™s that?
Angela: Because itâ€™s a record of my early stuff. You donâ€™t get to re-write your history. Thereâ€™s a name for people like that. I think, for the most part, you write it, you put it out there and your stand by it.
Evil Monkey: Interesting. Raisin danish?