KEEN to make my pitch, my will was FERRIFEROUS as he looked over the first page.
“ ‘HER KINGDOM COASTS BEHIND THE INSULT!’ What exactly does that mean?”
“It does not have to make any sense. It only has to be eye catching.”
“It is a 240,000 word story set in a TIMOCRACY society, you know with knight-like ideals but in the future. A plague sweeps the land smiting one-third of the people. This HERPETOLOGIST and TELEGRAPHIST meet at the ISTHMIAM games, that’s the games the Greeks did naked and there is this PARKA wearing SPY who shows them a GRAPH that indicates LINKED plague cells can be unlinked by DEFUSING the LYMPH and adding LITHANE, that is the stuff they give manic people and then they use a BLENDER and the BONIEST reptiles to separate the AGNI through a process like MOLALITY to make a LEMONY smelling potion. And they save the world. TAAA-DAAA!”
“Yes, of course. See how UNINSTATED this is? It wrote itself overnight! Wouldn’t you like to read it? Of course, you would!”
EE gulped down a very large glass of PORT, making me wonder if he had a drinking problem.
“You don’t think the plot is too EXCESSIVE do you, because I can calm it down.”
“No doubt with the prescription you haven’t taken. . . Next.”
I know EE will be calling me any day. And, won’t he be surprised to learn I completed its 540,000-word sequel.