"You can do it." I whisper to myself as I get out of the car. A job in an editorial office can't be too difficult. All I have to do is read the manuscripts and decide whether to publish them or not. The only requirement was that I had to have earned an English major or an English derivative in college, which luckily is what I had done. It's not the best job, but it's better than not having a job. My writing career is at a standstill, so at least I'm making money while I try to find inspiration for a book. It could be worse. I might watch people creepily from my bedroom window or just wait for a sudden dream. As I approach the office, I try to clear my head. After all, I have to concentrate to listen to my guide. I still can't believe they actually got an employee to take an entire day off work to show me around the building and make me feel comfortable. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all. With all this kindness I'm already receiving, things are looking up. I enter the building and am amazed. It looks like a beautiful villa. There are shelves on almos...