Various characters from AUTHOR’S latest novel swarm the beach in front of the mythical CAVE OF REVISION. Helicopters swoop by low enough to cause sand to swirl and whitecaps to form on the water.
The opening chords of Richard Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” plays loudly from hidden speakers.
Activity on beach freezes as AUTHOR steps out of CAVE OF REVISION, clutching manuscript pages in her hands.
Ink, friend. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
I love the smell of ink in the morning.
with apologies to Francis Ford Coppola and John Milius