T Scott Mcleod

The Author, the Actor, & the Whore T Scott Mcleod

Publisher Marketing: What Are You Willing To Do To Get What You Want? Perhaps the most important thing about Cory Boatright was that he had an affable personality. Life was hard, the odds were against him, but that was okay because he was still enjoying himself. He had an easy smile and a nice laugh. He joked around with people, he chatted easily, and he could also be serious. He was good looking, smart, cool, calm and collected. A Stanford graduate with top honors in literature, he was now working as a waiter in Los Angeles, trying to make it as an actor and meeting all kinds of people, like Howard - a bumbling old eccentric man with a scarred up face who was interesting, really brilliant, and a good tipper, too. It was no coincidence that Howard always asked for Cory as a waiter. He wanted to ask Cory a question, but how was he going to ask it? Look, I'm a genius. I've written a ton of books. All I've ever done in my life is write books, and now I need your help bringing them into the world. I can't do it on my own. I'm helpless with people. I get all tongue-tied. I'm ugly, scarred, old. Who wants to read my books? Who wants to hear that story? But imagine if you, Cory Boatright, were the golden boy of literature. A protege. Imagine that. Wrap your head around that story. That's a story that can be sold, that's a story that's presentable, desirable. Cory looked at the manuscript, then turned the page. "Hey, my name's on it," Cory said. "But this isn't my book." "Who says it's not your book?" Howard asked. An intriguing story which is beautifully and poignantly crafted; a story which examines the desires and fears which guide and drive us all; a story of two men pushing to realize their own unique dreams; "The Author, The Actor, & The Whore" will surprise you and touch you with its heartfelt unfurling, while also making you question just what you would be willing to do to live the life of your dreams. Contributor Bio:  McLeod, T Scott I write because of the fragility of our existence. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart. I write because we're all different, and so much the same. I write because the world needs more tenderness. I write because I'm tired of secrets. I write because it's my path to redemption. I write because I've forsaken those that I love. I write because I want to know myself. I write because I want to know you. I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do. I write because every flower is meant to bloom. I write because life is full of paradoxes. I write because I've had to leave friends behind. I write because it's my form of prayer. I write because, when I write, I lose track of time. I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love. I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words. I write because of the twice shy part of once burned. I write because it helps me learn. I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote. I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow. I write because I don't know all of the reasons I write. I write for you. I write. I write. I write.