Desert Island Publisher Dream

It took me a long time to wade through the waters to a safe island. The place was mostly sand and palm trees, at once a desert and a beach. I am sunbathing by a wooden hut and notice a woman come downstairs; she is putting up a poster about the publishing house she works at on a palm tree.

I decide to seduce her. Anything to be published by the Desert Island Publishing House, I say to myself. We hug but she says she has to go back, and she does, turning back to glance at me every few steps. I don't know if she is an intern, assistant, or editor, but I figure it's a good way to get one foot in.