It's been two months since I've seen The Famous Author. I can't even remember what the fight was about. He just took off and left me, left the story we were working on.
Actually, it wouldn't be so bad -- the man is a blabbermouth coffee addict -- except nobody's paid the bills, and the gas man just turned off the heat. Tomorrow, it's the electricity and the water.
I could die here, alone in the dark, unless somebody finds him, sends him home. He's supposed to be in Plainfield tomorrow at the public library, 800 Park Avenue, signing books (from 1 to 3 pm) with more than thirty other New Jersey authors. If you see him, please tell him to at least pay his bills.