“If you end this story with ‘and then she woke up and it was all a dream’ I promise I'll do you damage.”
I snatched the manuscript from his hand, mumbled something about needing to tweak chapter five and beat the hell out of my editor’s office.
I believed I’d written something great, that my story had all the elements of a blockbuster: a cute girl, an even cuter dog, a tornado, witches and an all-powerful wizard. All that hard work down the pan.
I dropped The Wizard of Oz in the bin. It was a stupid title anyway.