'here & Know'

"I'm just gonna say this one time, Mer. I love you and I respect you. You know this. But I am not at all liking this chicken thing. I really got to say... feels like a dead end." I was getting fed up with my editor. Every meeting about the book was worse than the last. I couldn't think of the last time he offered any helpful feedback... "I was thinking the other day. Doing a little brainstorming. Now, I'm no writer. I leave the writing up to you guys, the writers. You know this, Mer. But if we could leave the chicken thing alone for a second and just hear me out. Okay?" I sat there, speechless, which was my way of saying, "go on." I couldn't fight him any longer. "Alright then... So what's seems hot right, what really has people into the books getting hot is, like, a disaster or terrorist attack or genocidal thing or some kind of real evil thing, event–could be real, could be imagined, but probably better real–and then giving at twist of levity. People are saying this to me all the damn time, Mer. Okay, so he