My creative writing classmate and I went down to the coke machine during the break. His name was Jack and he had a wry sense of humour. Every conference we went to, he made me laugh, speculating about who was sleeping with whom. He was a great adventure writer and because of his position as the head of a large Milwaukee factory, he had a good feel for anything to do with the business world.
I loved everything I read of his.
The professor had been telling us how each of us was unique. Yes, he said, the subjects we were writing about had been written about before, but not from our point of view.
Jack pulled open the tab of his cola and took a swallow. A sad look filled his big face. “Nobody wants to hear what I have to say,” he said. Jack’s attitude is common today. Why? Do people want to hear what you have to say?