Everyone’s A Writer

Recently, while I was working very hard in a brand new position, for half the rate, I walked into the studio where The Talent was giving an interview. The Talent, sitting in front of a camera says to me: “Sarah. You know I love you, right?” I looked at the camera. Still recording. I said, “I sense a caveat.” “No,” he says, “You know I love you, right?” I just looked at him. I thought: “Do I?”

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“These questions you wrote are (he smiles cruelly) not good.” “Well,” I said, “I’ve never written them before and I have gotten no notes.” “They’re not good,” he continued, “And I said it to you (points at the camera) on camera. So, you’ll see it in post.” Me and many other people. He nodded, pleased with himself.

I had been mulling staying another week because, after weeks of tears and misery, at noon of my last day, they had finally asked me to. I decided: “Well *I* won’t.”

At the end of the day they decided another piece of my writing was also “not good.” “Ok, how would you like me to change it?” “I don’t know. Just fix it.” So, I had The Talent rewrite it. It was fucking awful but I handed it to the EP and hooked my thumb at The Talent, “He ok’d it. He approved it.” She pressed her lips together and nodded. I walked out.

Everyone’s a writer.

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