"You can do it." I whisper as I get out of my car. A job at a publishing house can't be too hard. I just need to read the manuscripts and decide whether to publish them or not. The only requirement was to have a major in English or an English derivative at university, which is fortunately what I did. It's not the best job, but it's better than not having a job. My writing career has stalled, so at least I'm making money trying to find inspiration for a book. It could be worse. I might look creepily at people from my bedroom window or just wait for a sudden dream. As I approach the desk, I try to clear my mind. After all, I need to concentrate to listen to my guide. I still can't believe they actually had an employee take a full day off work to show me around the building and make me comfortable. Maybe this place won't be so bad. With all this kindness I'm already receiving, things are getting better. I walk into the building and I'm blown away. It looks like a beautiful mansion. There are almost shelves on...