Him: I wonder what it would be like to do a writer's signing. It would be really cool to meet the fans and have them say nice things about your work. It would have to be a great motivator.
Her: Yeah! You should try finishing something sometime, and find out.
Him: I'm workin on it. Hmn, in the mean-time, it would be cool to show up at a bookstore and pretend to be a little-known author. Just choose somebody off the shelf who doesn't have a picture on the back of the book, and arrange for a signing at the bookstore.
Her: Um...
Him: Like this guy. I could be, er... John Smyth Rutgers III. I could have written about... (reads the flap) Uhm, An incestuous love-affair that changes the course of the French-American War. This is popular stuff.
Her: Go for it.
Her: Yeah! You should try finishing something sometime, and find out.
Him: I'm workin on it. Hmn, in the mean-time, it would be cool to show up at a bookstore and pretend to be a little-known author. Just choose somebody off the shelf who doesn't have a picture on the back of the book, and arrange for a signing at the bookstore.
Her: Um...
Him: Like this guy. I could be, er... John Smyth Rutgers III. I could have written about... (reads the flap) Uhm, An incestuous love-affair that changes the course of the French-American War. This is popular stuff.
Her: Go for it.
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My NaNoWriMo progress - 10,013 words.
(Shaking fist at Doug and Invisible Lizard in I shall defeat you mannerism)
LOL- Ummmmmmmm..........Maybe choose a different author?
ReplyDeleteIn a NON-incestuous affair. During the war between the sexes. In 3085.
If your luck is anything like mine, you'd get halfway through the signing, and the REAL author would turn up.
ReplyDeleteHe'd also be 8 feet tall, and built like a brick s**t house.
HAHAHAHHAHA. With MY luck, the author would actually be someone who worked in the store, uses all their money to scrape together a few published copies, puts these copies on the shelf, and would be the one booking the appointments for author signings. Yeah, my luck sucks.
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