Among Ravens Page #2

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You're Saul King?

Yes.

I've read four books in my life

and three of them were yours.

What was the other one?

"The Little Big Book of Birds."

I memorized it. It's about birds.

"A Covey of Coots" was funny but...

I thought it was gonna be about birds.

It's a metaphor.

I especially liked "A Cast of Hawks"

but it wasn't about birds either.

It was strange, you know, you really

could have said something interesting.

Where do you get the ideas for your books?

I think of them.

Can I interview you? About your books.

- Maybe later.

- What time?

- I don't know.

- Okay. Can I...

I'm so sorry, can I sleep now?

My room's at the top

of the hall to the left.

Do you want some dessert?

- No thank you.

- Okay.

Goodnight.

Hey, a nightcap?

Yeah, something like that.

God, you look beautiful.

- You really think so?

- Absolutely.

No. No, Saul.

- What's wrong?

- No. I can't.

You know, it's funny 'cause I...

don't remember you

ever writing the entire time

we were together.

I don't even remember you reading a book.

It's like...

you left me and...

changed into somebody else.

Look, I'm by myself all the time.

Writing is a God-awful existence.

You should be grateful

you blocked my creative voice.

It would have been hell to live with.

Wendy?

Yes, Chad?

I'm ready for my dessert now.

Sure. Sure, Chad.

What is it, honey?

I think it's Chad.

Chad! Please, come back. Chad, come back.

Okay, come on. It's an antique.

It was not made to get wet, Chad.

Let's do this.

The truth is always beautiful.

What's going on?

- Dad, can you watch me swim?

- I can't.

What's Chad doing out there?

He can't even swim.

Hey, pal, bring it on in, will ya?

It's time to go.

Okay, see you on Independence Day.

May the 4th be with you.

There is a kind of hawk that spends

most of its time in the air.

People think that they're hunters,

just riding the wind, looking for prey...

but they're really quiet and gentle...

even secretive.

They just like to travel alone.

I can't work like this. The food sucks.

The facility's insufficient.

You promised me a cabin

and you stick me in this shithole.

Last time this piano was tuned

like he didn't have a hole in his head.

Hey, you've been paid handsomely for a job

many others would fall

on their goddamn knees for.

What the hell is the holdup?

- I'm stuck, Saul.

- You're stuck.

- Let me help you out.

- No, I'm blocked.

- What do you mean you're blocked?

- It's something that writers get.

I got nothing.

I'm blank. Done with

and washed up, the muse is gone.

What the hell happened?

It just doesn't go away.

- It does if you've banished it.

- Well, invite it back.

I can't.

I quit drinking.

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