Each of these last few days will surely become a story species that will never be forgotten.
Paul was convinced that it was definitely a turning point in his life, although he was still in it and just being flirted with.
Return to the boarding house feeling fluffy and without feet on the ground. As soon as I woke up unconscious at Baron Monte's mansion, I had settled in my chair and talked a lot about it, but I still felt like I was dreaming somewhere.
"What's wrong, Paul?"
Marcel Boy, who welcomed me well today, sometime beckons me to a soulless Paul. Oh, or yeah, Paul got his nostalgia and gave him a souvenir treat while giving him a meaningless reply. It's a sugar treat served at the Baron's residence. It was too sweet for Paul to eat, but I thought it was just right for Marcel, and he let me wrap it up and bring it back.
Advice Marcel was thrilled to just try to cheek, and was just taken up by Grace. Let him eat only one, and Grace will empty the rest. While cleaning up on the high shelf to keep my son from eating at once, I still put my neck around Paul, the strange one at a time.
"You've met that manuscript writing lady today, haven't you? Something wrong again?
"No... it's not a problem"
Paul flutters and sits in the dining room chair without even taking off his jacket. He stared at the bag with the manuscript as he waited for Grace to reheat the soup.
A complete edition of the story I've been waiting for is here and now. The author, Ms Ferrier - Milene, who has now become Baroness Monte, said she was unwilling to break the brush even if she could no longer publish it, and she continued to write it alone.
I originally started writing this series because there was nothing else I could do after I got divorced and went back to my parents' house. The public's eyes on the return were cold and mean, and I didn't really feel like going outside. I couldn't afford to play around financially either, and I tend to pull into my home naturally, and I came up with the idea of writing a novel as a result of not having time. I heard from my servants about the lives of ordinary people, and from my grandparents about every old thing I could do. With respect for the people who have struggled, I also teased and wrote about it as a history I liked.
That was what I was able to publish by chance, and I earned my living and my income. But it was already told that the author could no longer produce the final volume because he was discovered to be a woman. So again, Milene felt very hard, but on the other hand, it led to meeting her current husband. Lose something and get something else. As a result of a strange rendezvous, they're now living happily ever after.
My husband was a good understander of hers and also helped me to provide the mansion for the like-minded. A woman whose family's eyes are so tight that she can't read the book as she thinks, a woman eager to write a story herself. Information secretly passes from acquaintance to acquaintance, so that people gather at the Baron of Monte's residence. Mariel, who joined him there, met Paul even more and led him to a decade-long encounter.
I think people's edges are a total strange thing. I wonder if I can get it if I ask, sometimes this is how I roll in from the other side. Paul, Mariel and Milene, it's the result that no one intended. Is the enthusiasm for the novel held by each of them connected?
"A customer came to Paul while he was away."
Grace will line up a delicious dinner today. Put the bag of manuscripts aside to avoid getting dirty, and Paul gripped the fork.
"Who?"
"He's a general counsel for the Kantar family. Yes, business cards"
I have no idea what the name was shown to me or what I did with the Kantar family. Paul looks at his business card and twists his neck as he dines.
"I don't know... Counselor, what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to thank you for something. Thanks to you, the Kantar family was almost victimized by fraud."
"- Oh."
That or Paul nods. I can't remember at all asking, but I'm sure he's one of the victims who was the target of a fraud group. There must have been a name on the roster I saw with Mariel.
"Remember?
"Let me remind you, well, okay. But it's not like I helped. I'm the only one who delivered it to the police, and Bliss was the one who grabbed the evidence, and the one who beat the scam group up was the passing soldier."
Hmm? And Grace shrugs her shoulders.
"I don't know, but you're not irrelevant, either. Because you're telling me, if you thank me."
"Don't freak out about him."
"It's not good. It's hard for you to tell me from the other side. You're not in a good mood either, so don't be a reward and a new job."
"Ugh..."
Paul gets stuck in words when he gets poked where it hurts. I finished my meal in the first place and pulled it up to my room on the third floor so I could escape.
Be alone and face the manuscript once again. Milene entrusted me with the final chapter of that story. I've been wanting to read it for ten years. Something I was going to have written down one day is already written up and in front of me.
Of course I had a desire to read it quickly. I still don't get excited. I wanted to read this after dinner anyway.
But I can't get my hands on it because I was too strong and focused, or because I kept burning for a long time. At the same time that I wanted to read it, there was a feeling that I was afraid to read it. I want to read it but I can't - I was annoyed by a grid like an idiot and Paul was bored by one.
I've told him to calm down and let him read it carefully and keep it, but will he calm down again? Shall I leave it at this tonight and read it tomorrow? No, I don't feel very sleepy. If you're not comfortable anyway, you should read it all night - yeah, but I'm afraid to.
The only way to look at it is to be distressed and stay up at night. The next day, the people of the Melanchon family were surprised by the innkeeper who made the neighborhood look pale like a ghost but somehow lived and glistened.
"We're getting the book out! What can you say in ten years? I've waited ten years, enough. Make this guy a book now!
Mariel applauds with barometric pressure at the impatient Paul, and Milene frowns carelessly.
"But which publisher will handle it. And even if I say I'm going to continue now, how many people are going to want..."
"Readers are waiting! I assure you! I have a book I want to read after ten years. And this was something that didn't live up to that expectation. It needs some rework, but the major muscles stay this way and are fine. I'm sure we'll make a scene!
Get yourself out of here. Paul valves hot. Only three girls were in the Baron's residence today: him and Mariel, and Mariel's best friend.
The girls are hissing at each other.
"It's okay, that guy. I had a sudden flip yesterday, and I'm not emotionally unstable."
"We're all excited about what we like. Even Julienne gets hot for stories."
"Making the world noisy, that would be noisy. Ten years ago, the author was taken by a woman and made a fuss, right? I wonder if it's going to be the same commotion again and Miss Milene will feel bad."
"I'm worried about that too..."
In the sight of the girls, Paul coughs. Calmed the momentum a little and spoke once again.
"I'm sure they'll say a lot. There will naturally be plenty of fools and fools. But there are definitely plenty of happy people. The most important thing for the reader is the contents of the work. It's not a big deal who the author is. The people who stuck around because they were women didn't originally want to read it properly. I don't care what they say. All you have to do is face the rest of the story with the reader who kept waiting to complete it. Please, Mrs. Monte, I'd love your permission to publish."
Paul asked me to bow my head and Milene gave me a puzzling look.
"It's a story I don't even wish for, but as I said earlier, which publisher will handle it. No matter how much Sati wants it, the publisher at heart won't move..."
"You're right. Issuing through an existing publisher can be said to be impossible. That's something I've already been reminded of. But if you just want to make a book, you don't have to rely on the publisher. I have a hand in self-publishing. Order directly to the printing house. Instead, you'll be working on a lot of processes yourself, but I'll do that. I have the knowledge I've developed so far, I'm fine."
"Self-publishing...... unfortunately, I can't do that. Honestly, we can't afford much. If you're going to make a book and sell it, you're going to need tens of thousands of algiers, right? That's not how much money I'm going to give... if there's anything to collect, anyway, I can't afford to get it out of deficit readiness"
If it sells for sure and goes black, I can also make the investment I want. But there is no such guarantee anywhere. Even though it could end up not selling at all, there's not enough room in the Monte family to throw out a lot of money. Paul replied with a smile to Milene, who looked embarrassed.
"I'll give you the money. All you have to do is finish the manuscript. I'll do everything else."
"Oh no..."
"If you put your savings on it, you can handle enough to make one. We'll be collecting expenses from the sales for that matter, but we'll talk about that in detail again later, and we'll need permission to publish first. Please."
I was bowed my head again and Milene nodded in confusion.
"If that's all you can say, of course I'd love to. But are you sure that's okay? It's not going to be any good for Mr. Satti - it could be a huge loss if you do it badly."
"That's okay. That's why I became an editor."
My dreams as a boy are about to come true. Paul didn't hesitate anymore. It does end in a huge deficit, and the dream of setting up a company may be distant. I had thought about that possibility, but it was no reason to give up. What do you do if you don't move here? It was after luck and patrol that we reached this situation. I just had to push straight now.
Paul just started pointing out the manuscripts he'd read all night. Exactly, it was originally just commonplace in commerce, and it was a much higher standard manuscript than what Mariel had written. Still, to make it a book, there are a few things to fix. It wasn't until three hours later that we had a close meeting and resigned from the Baron's mansion with the Mariels.
"Mr. Satti, is the money really okay?
He declined to tell me he'd give me a lift to boarding house, but it's also hard to walk home from here. At least to the point where the Tsuji carriage could be picked up, so I took Paul and Mariel's carriage took me downtown.
"Finally, if you're in trouble, talk to me, okay?
"Oh, thank you. But, well, I can handle it. Looks like the victims of the other scam cases are gonna get some kind of thank you. I'm sorry I didn't do anything."
"Oh, you shouldn't hesitate to take it there. It is only rarely true that Mr. Satti was involved. God has given good luck to Mr. Satti for his hard work, I'm sure. We're going to need the money, so thank you."
Paul also smiles bitterly at the girl who laughs properly. I was thinking of not getting a retirement pension or even calling Dezier Publishing again. According to what Theo has informed me, the wind has changed thanks to Baron Bideau. Paul's demands could have been heeded now.
"Can you make a book if you only have the money?
The girl with Mariel asks. Paul wondered how he would explain the circumstances that noble ladies did not understand.
"It's easy if you just make it. I just need to prepare the manuscript, specify the body shape, and order it from the printing house. Few printing houses can accept orders from individuals. Even if it's not from the publisher, they'll make it right if they pay a regular fee."
"Hard to do anything other than make it?
Mariel reads what's behind the words. Paul nodded.
"The hard part is sellers. Getting them in a bookstore isn't that easy. This is hard without the power of the publisher. I don't care if you turn your head around, how much shelves you can secure... and I need to hit the ads. We're going to advertise it and talk about it before it's released. That phantom masterpiece has not risen in ten years! Holy shit. Well, that costs money too... how far can you go?"
"Hmm......"
See if you get it, the girls face to face.
Paul also left a chilling part, even as he exalted himself to realize his dreams over a decade. Damn, it's harder to sell than to make. I gave Milaine a heartbeat, but on a tight note, I wasn't even 50% sure of the win.
Even if the reader waits, there's nothing he can do if he can't distribute it. Self-published books and other bookstores don't handle much. When that became the book of the so-called female writer - I had to be prepared to be poked at.
It's on Paul's arm how to convince him to go around. To remind the forgetting public, advertising to make them want to get the rest also had to be devised using their heads.
From then on, it was a day of running to get ready for publication. Milene and I will discuss and revise the manuscript over and over again to complete it. Instead Paul went around the bookstore and asked for it, but as expected it was difficult to navigate. Some shopkeepers listened to me, but they all changed their attitudes when they found out it was a book by a once disturbed woman writer. Stores that deal with such things worry when they get laughed at or exposed to criticism, and they don't want to get involved. Even as Paul, I couldn't say it was a total struggle to get over it. There are probably people who harass me for half the fun.
Even if the manuscript has been completed and the layout designation has been completed, and it is finally a stage for entering the printing house, not a single store can still get a contract. That's right, Paul had his head.
"You're tired. You're not doing well?
Grace and I will swing back Paul with a warm dinner. Paul couldn't stop sighing, even though it was a pleasure.
"I called a bookstore all over the city... it's all gone. Shit, everybody's got a stiff head or a weak waist, don't you mind if I take a little adventure? It would be interesting if a book on the subject came out of my place. Why can't I think of that?"
Stick up a fork with resentment for spinach and chicken quiche. "You're behaving badly," Mrs. Melanchon put down her special stew.
"Because bookstores are business, too. Hey. I guess it's not easy to adventure."
"Anyway, if you just can't sell it, you're in trouble when you're molested. I know what it's like to be scared."
Paul nods powerlessly to the words of his mother and daughter. A toddler came beside him and raised his voice as he waved the toy sword.
"I'll blame you! I'll help you Paul!
"Ha... thanks. Marcel's cool."
"Ugh."
While I don't understand the story, he's trying to get Paul off the hook for being Marcel. I can't help but wish we could all grow up with this courage and kindness.
As I stopped eating and put Marcel's head on, Grace came up with something.
"Yes, if you're adventurous, you can do it yourself. You can't do this because you ask people to."
"... what do you mean?
To Paul looking up, Grace smiles loudly.
"Books are what you buy in a bookstore. Let's get rid of that assumption. I don't care where you sell it, if you can get it for someone you want."
"Well, yeah...?
Do you think I can even get it out of the stall? Well, that would only require a predetermined delivery.
"You can't carry too many... books are heavy"
"No, I'm not. Here! I just need to sell it in this house. We're going to be temporary bookstores."
"Huh?"
Grace looked back at her mother.
"Hey, Mom, okay? Open the front door only during the day and sell the book. You can get in and out of the back, and it's not that inconvenient."
"Right... a little narrow, but I guess there's only one kind of book to sell, so I don't have a particular problem with that."
"That's right. That's what you don't need to line up a lot of books like a bookstore. There is only one type of book to handle. That's all people want to buy, so it's not a problem if it's narrow."
"Yeah, yeah, you can put the inventory in the back room and take it if you run out of it"
"Hey, isn't that a good idea while I'm at it? 'Cause, look, even bookstores don't sell for free. What commission? You got your bookstore share, right? If you put it in a bookstore, you'll make less money. But if you sell it yourself, you don't have that expense! Round Money!"
"No, I'm not making a whole lot of money..."
Unexpectedly, Paul also thought back. Grace's suggestion didn't seem bad. She's right, if you entrust it to a bookstore, it'll cost you. Sell it yourself and the share floats. Even if you pay for a place, it would be a lot cheaper than signing up with a bunch of bookstores.
A small house like a valley, sandwiched by apartmen next to each other. But it's personal. It is the freedom of the inhabitants to make sales at their doorstep. I don't get complaints from anybody else.
"... okay? It's going to be a lot of trouble."
Nevertheless, it's not like talking about building a flower bed at the front door, etc. That would be a lot of trouble, and there are some harassment issues of concern. I hesitated to see if I could bring such disturbances into a family with toddlers.
"We have a situation. Maybe an idle bird with no visitors at all? Then you're just free, right? I'm going to make you think responsibly about what you're going to do with your sold inventory."
"Of course it is"
"On the contrary, even if it sells and gets busy, it's sort of temporary. If I decided to open a store and not accept anything else, I don't think it would interfere so much with my life."
"If the weirdos come, Paul will do his best to chase them back. If it doesn't seem possible, I'll call the cops."
"You can leave Marcel somewhere in some cases. Yes, I wonder if you could keep it at the Baron's mansion. You can ask for that much, because you're the author."
"Hey, do yourself a favor... well, if you have to"
Milene would take it on quickly. My husband's baron was also a moderate figure, so he should be fine. Paul laughed bitterly when he noticed himself coming up with things like that and beyond. That's just too far ahead.
"Yourself... you're right, you're right"
Drop your gaze at hand and think. I was totally trapped in stereotypes because I worked for a publisher. Even if you don't rely on a bookstore for anything, you can sell books anywhere. If you can't put it down, you just have to sell it yourself.
The number of books ordered from the printing house is one thousand. If you think commercially, you just have to laugh, the number of issues that don't even make any money. However, in our self-publishing, this was full. And I'm full of thought about bringing it into this little house. We must be prepared to be buried in books throughout our division. Write it on your schedule to keep it back so that you can rent some warehouse if you can't sell it too well. Another uplifting mood was attacking Paul.
One by one, the dream is definitely nearing realization. The last question I have left is whether or not I can sell it, that's all.
But I'll sell it. Paul took a strong oath. Is it something that will only end with self-satisfaction? This is not the end, we must succeed so that we can connect ahead.
From the next day on, Paul stopped walking around the bookstore and instead became corrupt in creating and arranging ads.