On the 15th floor, at the door of the recording room of 'Midnight Entertainment Quick Guide', a middle-aged black man in a blue suit pulled a fat old man with a beard and said with gratitude: "George, it's really great that you can come to my show this time."
Thank you so much."
George Martin smiled heartily and said, "Hanks, you are a popular Fox anchor. I can be on your show as the main anchor. I should thank you."
"George, don't be ridiculous." The male anchor in a blue suit smiled bitterly, "'Game of Thrones' has become popular all over the world, and you, the original author, have also become famous around the world.
As long as you show your willingness, countless top talk shows and entertainment variety shows will rush to invite you.
My late-night entertainment is the late-night program on local stations in Los Angeles, which is like free food at a roadside stall."
Fat Martin patted the anchor on the shoulder, "I just like to eat at roadside stalls, and the store's free dishes are also unique."
Hearing these obvious words of comfort, Hanks could only smile bitterly again.
"Let's go, I participated in your show, and you treat me to a 'roadside stall' in return." Martin pulled him out.
"Ah, it is indeed George Martin!"
The two of them were walking down the aisle, and before they even had time to enter the elevator, they encountered two TV station employees who were yelling.
"Martin, your "Song of Ice and Fire" is great. Please sign it for me. My name is Lily." The girl in her early twenties took out a thick stack of hardcover books from her bag.
"Martin, and me!" Another middle-aged male white-collar worker also took out a copy of "A Dance with Dragons" and looked at the fat man with admiration.
"Do you know I'm coming?" Fat Martin took the marker with a smile, signed his name on the title page, and left a blessing.
"I've been paying attention to your news." The male white-collar worker said excitedly.
"Martin, you are simply a genius, able to write such a magnificent and magnificent poem." The girl Lily praised loudly.
"Martin, you are the most promising writer in the 21st century to surpass Tolkien."
"Thank you." Fat Martin's face beamed with joy, and he added a blessing on the title page.
"Martin, can you tell me when the sixth volume will be published? I really want to know how Daenerys will untie the 'Meereen Knot'!" the male white-collar worker asked expectantly.
The smile on Fat Martin's face gradually disappeared, and an invisible trace of frustration crept onto his brow.
"It's coming soon. It will probably be available in the second half of next year."
He waved to them and entered the elevator with his companions.
Hanks saw something and asked with concern: "Volume 6, encountered some trouble?"
Fat Martin sighed: "'Game of Thrones' is so popular that I'm a little stressed. I've revised the outline several times, but I'm not very satisfied with it."
"Ding--" The elevator door opened, and seven or eight TV station employees came in with a whooshing sound, holding books in their hands.
"Oh my god, it's George R.R. Martin!" Someone soon recognized the author of "Game of Thrones".
"Martin is here too? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I like Erya so much."
"You..." Martin stared at the books in their hands, "Eagle Stone", "The Spirit of Dilettante", "Mass Madness"...
They are all obscure, seemingly lofty names.
But Martin has seen them all.
"Is Rick Maddock here too?" he asked in surprise.
"Maddock is on the 8th floor participating in the recording of 'Hollywood 8'."
Fat Martin turned to the anchor in blue suit and said, "Hanks, can we eat later? I'm also a fan of Maddock's books."
"I'm also very curious about him." The black anchor grinned, showing his big white teeth.
...
Rick Maddock is a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a tall figure, elegant temperament and extraordinary appearance.
In terms of image, he is much better than fat Martin with a beard and bald head.
When Martin and others arrived, the show had already started, and the host chatted face-to-face with Maddock.
"Jesus, this salary is too high. He is the only guest on 'Hollywood 8', and it's like a book launch. It's too exaggerated." Hanks whispered.
"It's not an exaggeration. He is Maddock, who was selected by the Times Literary Supplement as the best narrative poet after Byron." Martin said with a complicated expression.
"Times Literary Supplement" also reviewed his "A Song of Ice and Fire".
They said it was garbage that featured blood and sex.
An employee on the side said with emotion: "Maddock almost created a Hollywood miracle.
"Mass Madness" is his original work. He personally changed it into a script and directed it himself. It eventually won three Oscar nominations for Best Original Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Picture.
I dare say that the male protagonist of the wireless TV series in the puppy headlines is not as good as Madoc Legend."
...
Martin was like a little fanboy, standing outside the camera with a group of people and watching the entire show.
A full hour and a half.
However, his efforts also paid off.
After the show, Maddock refused the warm reception from the TV anchor and came over to greet him with a smile.
"Hey Martin, what are you doing here?"
Fat Martin was a little flattered, "Madoc, I am your fan! Oh, I will also come to Fox to participate in the interview show."
He was a little incoherent.
"You also like my books? That's really an honor for me. I'm deeply impressed by your "Ice and Fire"." Madoc smiled.
"Man, you and the late '80s cult author Erasmus Frei are two of my favorite writers.
Your epic works have a consistent romantic sentiment.
This is the ability I desire most but also lack most.
Madoc, I am very envious of your talent." Fat Martin said sincerely.
Madoc suddenly froze and murmured: "Fry is dead?"
"What happened last summer, he committed suicide by taking poison, was very shocking and regrettable. Do you know him?"
"We have met several times. I like his works very much, just like you like mine, and he is also very interested in my works..." Madoc was startled, his eyes flashing slightly, "
George, have you had dinner?
I have a reservation at the 'Modern Kaiseki' on Seventh Avenue, do you want to come with me?"
"I——" Martin hesitated and looked at his companion.
Hanks patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go ahead and let's talk another day."
"Do you have an appointment? You can come together." Madoc invited politely.
Hanks waved his hand and said with a hearty smile: "I'm a TV anchor, so I can't leave the building for too long."
...
Two hours later, the two writers, drunk with wine, walked out of the restaurant side by side.
At the entrance of the parking lot, Madoc looked complicated and said: "George, you know, I like your "Song of Ice and Fire" very much.
I feel like our meeting today is just like the old story between me and Frye 17 years ago."
"Oh, you were drinking 17 years ago?" Martin asked curiously.
"Are you unable to write the sixth volume of "A Song of Ice and Fire"?"
Maddock did not answer the question, and the question came a bit unexpectedly.
Martin was startled and wanted to say that I can finish the sixth volume next year.
But facing Maddock, who is also a writer, he couldn't help but say what was in his heart: "Except for the garbage that was thrown away after writing, I didn't write a single word this whole year.
Compared with the first five volumes, every sentence I write now seems like nonsense.
Every character created cannot withstand scrutiny, and even has a serious personality collapse.
Every story is either cliche or lacks smooth logic...
I laid too much foreshadowing in the first five volumes, and I should have written the next one as if I was inspired, smooth and smooth, but I always felt that I was missing something.
It was as if a ghost had chewed off a piece of my brain and lost something.
Alas, Madoc, you are a real genius, and you may not be able to understand that feeling of powerlessness, helplessness, and incompetence."
Madoc smiled strangely, "George, how could I not understand? I even know what you are missing now."
"What's missing?" Fat Martin asked blankly.
"Inspiration, the kind of inspiration that makes your thoughts flow like a fountain! But I can help you." Madoc said.
"How can I help?" Martin had more doubts than expectations.
"Get in my car and spend the night at my house tonight. I will let you have an unforgettable night." Madoc said with a weird smile.
Fat Martin tightened his crotch and forced a smile: "Madoc, I'm afraid you misunderstood, many male and female characters in my books are lesbians.
But I personally prefer hot girls like Cersei and Dany."
"I just have a stunning hottie who I want to introduce to you."
Martin took a closer look at Madoc. He had an elegant temperament, handsome appearance, and a thin figure... Even if the worst happened, it didn't seem like he would be too disadvantaged.
He got into his passenger seat.
...
Arriving at Maddock's villa, Martin became scared again.
In a large and luxurious villa that can accommodate a hundred people, there are only two of them.
He could barely tolerate the pain in his butt and buttocks, but if there were more perverted and bloody activities... Could it be that Madoc was short of inspiration and wanted to find inspiration from him?
If that's the case, then his taste is too strong.
"George, do you know my famous work?"
Madoc took out the martini sparkling wine and two wine glasses and asked with a smile.
"The Cabin of Dr. Cary." Martin blurted out.
He is really a fan of Maddock and has read every book.
Maddock handed over the wine glass and asked: "What is your overall feeling about it? To be honest, we are purely academic exchanges, you are welcome."
"The first four volumes are full of spirituality, but the writing style is a little immature and the structure is a little rough. From the fifth volume onwards, it's like a new person - oh, I'm not saying you hired someone to write for you.
I swear, that's your style.
It's like when you are suddenly kissed by the muse and burst into a flood of spiritual light."
"Bah, bang, bang!" Maddock clapped softly and exclaimed, "George, we should have met a long time ago."
"You and I come -" He dragged Fat Martin to the top attic and stood outside the door.
"Do you believe in magic?" Madoc asked mysteriously.
"Of course, isn't Harley Quinn, the fifth-ringed general, the Kryptonian devil who was defeated by magic?" Martin affirmed.
Maddock pointed at the wooden door and said: "There is a muse inside. You also know her, the famous 'Homer's Muse', Calliope."
"What?" Martin looked ridiculous.
Maddock smiled and continued: "Seventeen years ago, I was just like you. I became famous in one book, but my inspiration ran out halfway, and I was worse than dead.
Like today, Frye met me and gave her to me.
Now, I have decided to give her to you."
"Are you kidding? How could the goddess be locked up in a small attic?" Martin trembled.
Madoc opened the door without further explanation and led him in.
The empty room was more than fifty square meters, with a musty smell in the air. There was a picture of Simmons in the corner, and the blonde girl was sitting against the wall with her knees crossed.
Her hair was like seaweed made of gold, golden and seemed to be shining.
Her skin is milky white and delicate, like the ripples of milk in the sun.
She was wearing nothing, Martin swallowed, she was indeed a hottie.
Perhaps it's role play, with Maddock using his muse to help him find inspiration?
"George, the goddess is not as noble as you think!" Madoc said with a touch of sarcasm on his lips, "People often say that you have to pray for the favor of the goddess. In fact, force is more effective."