Author: "Brad, I owe you an apology."
Protagonist: "You do? Why is that?"
A: "I've featured you in two novels now without ever consulting you about how I have described you nor have I given you the opportunity to correct the words I have put in your mouth."
P: "I guess I never realized that I had any choice. Do you really care what I think?"
A: "I do care. I mean, I want you to be pleased with the character traits I have assigned to you. I've tried to make you look good. You are a regular guy but I want you to be a cut above the run-of-the-mill masculine, self-absorbed husband and father."
P: "Well, I do appreciate that. My humble opinion is that you have over done it sometimes."
A: "Really? Can you give me an example?"
P: "Yeah. That scene where you had me in a compromising situation with Geraldine Steckler. You know. There we were secluded in my car in the midst of a downpour. She was soaking wet. Wow! She's a knockout and so available. My testosterone level was at the boiling point. What would any healthy male deprived of the companionship of his wife do in such a situation? The self-control you gave me was incredible."
A: "Well, I knew that one moment of indiscretion on your part would have ended your tenure as an elementary school principle. I couldn't allow that. It would have ruined the rest of the novel."
P: "You're right, as usual. Author's prerogative."
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