'You could do mentoring, boss.'
'Do you really think so, Toady?'
'Is that a word?'
'You could write an ebook.'
'You have a mind like a steel trap. I could call it something like, "Toady's little secrets revealed."
'Excuse me! Why my secrets?'
'Well, you thought of it. Have you got something to hide?'
'So, I won't find any skellingtons in your draws if I start rooting around?'
'Have you started the book yet?'
'Started the book! I'll have you know I've just published a novella.'
'I wish you wouldn't use jargon, you know I have a brain the size of a walnut.'
'That big, huh? A novella is between a third and half of a novel.'
'What's it about?'
'DI Quigg and Sergeant Lulu Begone are hunting a festive serial killer.'
'You can say that again, Toady.'
'Yuk! Are you going to rest on your laurels now?'
'I have thoughts of my own, you know.'
'I find that unlikely, Toady. Anyway, I'm four chapters into Parish & Richards 5 (His Wrath is Come) and I still need to get to grips with Quigg 3 (The Skulls Beneath Eternity Wharf), and before all that, I want to write Chapter 1 of Stone & Randall 2 (The Gordian Knot)... Arrrghhh!'
'Are you having a psychotic break, boss?'
'There's simply not enough time to write everything I want to write.'
'So, what about this ebook on writing?'
'I have some notes, but I'd feel like a fraud.'
'You always say that, but I'm sure your fan would appreciate some gobbits from your table.'
'I don't know, Toady... Did you use the singular by mistake then?'
'Mmmm, must have?'