A friend suggested I hire a professional writer to help me with my novel. A few hours soaking up structure with a pro is just what you need to dispel the gloom monsters, he said, handing me the card.
Mr Wolf Clean-up Man
Despite the recommendation, I’m reluctant to employ the services of Mr Wolf. I am dubious about whether one person, no matter how adept at handling messes, can actually help me with anything. Maybe if I hired 20 experts, or 100. They could all sit in my living room sipping coffee and shouting advice.
Scratch that, I don’t think my living room can hold that many egos. I guess what I’m most afraid of that Wolf will say: Ms Onion, please stop moaning. All writers second guess themselves. Now get yourself together or devote yourself to writing technical manuals. Either way, please be quiet, you are giving me a headache. Thank you, that will be £500. Now where do you keep the sulphuric acid?