Dead Floating Lovers


"A shudder passed through me. I could smell trouble coming. Dolly attracted it and I would get the fall out again. My day was all planned. Today was for going over my checkbook and figuring out how many months I had left of food money, while still paying my bills. Summer taxes would be coming in August. I had to prepare. Today was for calling editors I knew at northern Michigan magazines and pitching articles. Maybe calling my friend, Bill Corcoran, at the Traverse City Northern Statesman, to see if I could get more stringer work. Something had to be done about my pathetic bank account. The money my father left me was going fast. I�d come up here from Ann Arbor, after the divorce, with what I considered a good stake, certain I would soon sell a novel that would bring a million. I figured that at thirty-four all it would take was one best seller to set me up for life. What editor could resist such quality? Such amazing intelligence? Such creative spirit?

Seemed everybody could."