Uh, yeah, there's a couple dozen of us actually. Twenty writers and four, no five, artists. Most of us answered an ad on Craigslist. A couple of us were hanging outside the library looking for work when he rolled up in a pick-up truck.We've never seen him, of course. Just the pictures, same as you. He keeps himself to himself. He slides a sheet of paper under the door with the day's ideas on and we have to knock them up and post them before midnight. The pay's good but the hours are brutal.
Yeah, one time, Rob -- I think that was his name -- yanked the door open just as the man was sliding the paper under. Don't know what happened to Rob. He wasn't much of a writer, anyway.
Edwin over there, he's the lead. He's been here the longest and he gets to say when something's good enough to go up. We all pitch in with the queries, facelifts, beginnings and continuations. Edwin does all the Q's and we get to toss a coin for the A's. Trish and Gavin there do the comments as well, they've got a list of names up on the wall. I used to do comments, too, but I just got promoted to Captions for the new cartoons thing. Fucking hilarious, they are.
It's not something I brag to my friends about, obviously, but it's a job, innit?
Don't know where he gets the money, no. Government grants or something, maybe?
Listen, are you sure you're supposed to be talking to us, 'cause he can be a bit funny sometimes, you know. A lot funny, really.
