For as long as he can remember Jake's romantic interests have complained that he is too tied up in his work as a PI. He's always racing around town at odd hours and is far too spontaneous.
On a whim, shortly after being rejected by Leslie because of such tendencies, Jake decides to submit a few short stories to the Newfoundland Quarterly. Even though he claims to be nothing more than an enthusiastic amateur his contributions are accepted for publication.
Before he knows it, Jake can't stop writing. Even worse, he keeps getting published. It's almost as though he can't be rejected. He starts to think that writing may be his true passion and that the only justification for his continuing involvement with the detecting industry is to provide him with plot lines and character outline (and maybe with access to contemporary drug slang).
Of course even though Jake has taken up the staid, even reclusive, life of a modern fiction writer to be more appealing to women they don't seem to notice the change. Even worse is that many of them don't even believe him when he tells them he is now a published author. They can still only see the old Jake, the incorrigible, insensitive PI. His troubles, and written output, continue unabated.
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