In the background Otis is on the dock wasting time. I'm leaning back in my desk chair, feet propped on the corner of the desk. My ancient iPad is propped on my belly. A mug of hot coffee is just in reach of left hand. I pause and wonder "just what the heck is a real estate novelist anyway"?
3 comments:
I think he just needed a three syllable word.
Maybe he writes about people being murdered in houses for sale.
Differentiated from a fake estate novelist.
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