For today's Time Travel Tuesday--just go with it, I couldn't get my shit together for Flashback Friday--For Time Travel Tuesday, I take you to January of 2010 when a fresh-faced (again, go with it) and smart-mouthed youngish writer discovered that she'd been Blog Smacked.
(January 08, 2010) Last night, I was vanity Googling and typed in "Flirtini with Disaster" (the title of my chick lit e-book). Aside from the Amazon Kindle site and link to my publisher, I was directed to this woman's blog. So I speedily went to Anne Marie Jackson's Creative Portfolio to read what she had to say.
This is the statement that I found:
"I shit you not, these are actual titles of books generating actual revenue. 'Flirtini with Disaster'. That's right. 'Flirtini', as in the popular cocktail, not the verb. What a clever little play on words. Yet not. . . not at all."
I was giddy. She had found my little e-book. And, it had somehow offended her enough to blog about. Free publicity for me. Yippee!!!
At the end of her blog, she issued this challenge:
"I think it's high time I got on the ball- huh? As an experiment, I want to try this. Give me any scenario, any characters, and I will write a short romantic novella around your specifications. You name it, I'll do it. Hilarity will naturally ensue."
Of course, I couldn't resist. This is what I left her.
Novella Scenario for You to Write:
Setting: Stockyards in the Future, 2062 or so.
Characters: Female Auctioneer, ghost of Maya Angelou, handsome one-legged drifter, and a psychic talking parrot.
Your turn, Anne Marie.
UPDATE: I have yet to receive my romantic novella from Anne Marie, but am thrilled to announce that, after a long battle with my defunct publisher, I have regained the rights and rereleased a new and improved Flirtini with Disaster: The Single Girl's Guide to Self-Sabotage.
the bourbonistA, Promoting Debauchery and stamping out political-correctness one blog at a time.