Just for fun. Let your imagination go, tell what happens to your writing career and your life soon after your story makes the top ten at AbsoluteWrite Idol. Here’s my first take:
Early Chain of Events After My Story is Picked for the Top 10:
After my story “Cooking for Betty” is picked for top 10 in Absolute Write Idol Contest, I get bombarded with offers to publish it in all the topwomen’s magazines. My phone rings off the wall, I have to hire someone to keep the answering machine from filling up, and my fax machine died from the overload of offers coming in. I set up a new web site to allow publishing offers to be submitted to me online.
Betty Crocker is so pleased with the story, she really does want a partnership to create that down-home cookbook. She has moved a mobile office in, right beside my house. I told her I really needed my space again when she tried moving into the house. I think she has tapped my phone. I changed my passwords on my computer and cell phone, so she wouldn’t be getting any info there. Betty has even trying to bribe Lucille. She has been stuffing her with goodies, and lets her sleep in the mobile office with her. Lucille looks like she could drop a litter of pups any minute, and she’s not even pregnant. Lucille has been snubbing me, and she thinks Betty Crocker is her new owner.
Sports Illustrated called and they want to feature me on the centerfold in their swimsuit edition. They imagine me sitting provocatively on a beach towel at the beach, surrounded by my home-cooking and several adoring young men with their mouths watering. They want me to change the story so that I’ve brought all my home cooking to the beach, and they discover me. The story and cookbook title would be “Beach Mama’s Home Cooking For Guys.” I told them I’d think about it.
I have a crew outside installing a security fence around my house. Things had really got out of hand. Yesterday, Sara Lee showed up unannounced, and offered me a bundle to trash the story and write one centered around her food line. A Better Homes and Gardens rep was already sitting in my living room with house plans and floor samples for the new house they would give me as a bonus for writing a cookbook for them. Again, I would have to trash the story “Cooking for Betty.” Just when I was at my whit’s end, Don Tyson showed up in a chicken bus loaded with freezers full of chicken breasts and hot wings. The bus would be mine to keep, all I had to do was call in each time a freezer got low, and a Tyson’s rep would bring me my next free selection from a prepared order form. All Don wanted, of course, was for me to change the story title to “Cooking for Don” and in the story he would come to my house through the woods on his motorcycle instead of crawling, because he didn’t even want to think about crawling in poison ivy. Betty comes barging in and starts a big argument with Sara Lee and Don Tyson. I tell them to take it outside, and before long, Betty has Don Tyson and Sara Lee down in a mud puddle, bending their limbs backwards, and she’s screaming “Do ya give, do ya give? I told you that’s MY story!”
Enough is enough. I ran over to the three mud wrestlers, yelling ”Actually, the story is MINE!” I gave them about 2 minutes to get off my property. If I had owned a loyal guard dog instead of that disloyal blimp-shaped lazy blue tick named Lucille, I would have set them moving even faster. As they are breaking up and wiping the mud from their eyes, I interrupt when they start trying to bargain with me again. “I’m going to take the best offer I get. I will take those offers in writing, and expect those offers to be mailed to me within the next 2 days. No calls, no more meetings. Just give me your best offer, and I’ll make a decision within 10 days. If either of you do it anything differently, you will lose your chance with my story, and with my help on a cookbook.”
As Betty Crocker, Sara Lee, and Don Tyson drove out of site. Lucille raised her head and let out a mournful howl, then sulked away slowly to lie under a shade tree.
Bjewel77
Early Chain of Events After My Story is Picked for the Top 10:
After my story “Cooking for Betty” is picked for top 10 in Absolute Write Idol Contest, I get bombarded with offers to publish it in all the topwomen’s magazines. My phone rings off the wall, I have to hire someone to keep the answering machine from filling up, and my fax machine died from the overload of offers coming in. I set up a new web site to allow publishing offers to be submitted to me online.
Betty Crocker is so pleased with the story, she really does want a partnership to create that down-home cookbook. She has moved a mobile office in, right beside my house. I told her I really needed my space again when she tried moving into the house. I think she has tapped my phone. I changed my passwords on my computer and cell phone, so she wouldn’t be getting any info there. Betty has even trying to bribe Lucille. She has been stuffing her with goodies, and lets her sleep in the mobile office with her. Lucille looks like she could drop a litter of pups any minute, and she’s not even pregnant. Lucille has been snubbing me, and she thinks Betty Crocker is her new owner.
Sports Illustrated called and they want to feature me on the centerfold in their swimsuit edition. They imagine me sitting provocatively on a beach towel at the beach, surrounded by my home-cooking and several adoring young men with their mouths watering. They want me to change the story so that I’ve brought all my home cooking to the beach, and they discover me. The story and cookbook title would be “Beach Mama’s Home Cooking For Guys.” I told them I’d think about it.
I have a crew outside installing a security fence around my house. Things had really got out of hand. Yesterday, Sara Lee showed up unannounced, and offered me a bundle to trash the story and write one centered around her food line. A Better Homes and Gardens rep was already sitting in my living room with house plans and floor samples for the new house they would give me as a bonus for writing a cookbook for them. Again, I would have to trash the story “Cooking for Betty.” Just when I was at my whit’s end, Don Tyson showed up in a chicken bus loaded with freezers full of chicken breasts and hot wings. The bus would be mine to keep, all I had to do was call in each time a freezer got low, and a Tyson’s rep would bring me my next free selection from a prepared order form. All Don wanted, of course, was for me to change the story title to “Cooking for Don” and in the story he would come to my house through the woods on his motorcycle instead of crawling, because he didn’t even want to think about crawling in poison ivy. Betty comes barging in and starts a big argument with Sara Lee and Don Tyson. I tell them to take it outside, and before long, Betty has Don Tyson and Sara Lee down in a mud puddle, bending their limbs backwards, and she’s screaming “Do ya give, do ya give? I told you that’s MY story!”
Enough is enough. I ran over to the three mud wrestlers, yelling ”Actually, the story is MINE!” I gave them about 2 minutes to get off my property. If I had owned a loyal guard dog instead of that disloyal blimp-shaped lazy blue tick named Lucille, I would have set them moving even faster. As they are breaking up and wiping the mud from their eyes, I interrupt when they start trying to bargain with me again. “I’m going to take the best offer I get. I will take those offers in writing, and expect those offers to be mailed to me within the next 2 days. No calls, no more meetings. Just give me your best offer, and I’ll make a decision within 10 days. If either of you do it anything differently, you will lose your chance with my story, and with my help on a cookbook.”
As Betty Crocker, Sara Lee, and Don Tyson drove out of site. Lucille raised her head and let out a mournful howl, then sulked away slowly to lie under a shade tree.
Bjewel77
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