My novel is rapidly becoming The Six Million Dollar Novel.* I can rewrite it. I have a computer. I can make it better than it was. Better, longer, sellable.**
*Just a cultural reference, not hubris, though it would be nice if it brought in six million, or six thousand, or anything
**If you recognize this paraphrase, you are either old, or watching too much TV Land.
An Actor, a Writer, and a Rabbi's Wife Walk into a Bar... 
Yes, but can it run super-fast in slow motion. And which is your bionic arm? I think for some reason they only re-built one arm and the other arm was ordinary and weak. But I don’t remember any villains taking advantage of that. Come to think of it, I don’t remember the villains at all. I don’t know, didn’t they just handle mild crimes like stopping Arch Villains from the dastardly deeds of illegal double-parking? A word processor, able to leap over plodding plot structures in a single bound, faster than a speeding bullet, strange visitor from another planet, and who disguised as Clerk Kindling a mild mannered reporter for a great Metropolitan news paper, fights a never ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way… Look up in the sky… It’s Superman. OOoops, wrong story.
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