Anyone who has been hanging out at my blog for awhile knows that my brain knows no bounds when it comes to your comments. This is what led to the Webcam for Writers Debacle. You guys give me dangeous ideas...
But I can't resist this one. The lovely Carolina brought up yesterday the idea of a reality show with writers and what they'd have to do to make the show actually interesting. Apparently she thought I'd be up for the job. Which, hey, you want to give me a reality series? Sure, I'll do it.
But since no one has actually offered me a tv contract within the last 24 hrs, I decided to invent my own show! :-)
The Real Writers: Episode 1
This is the true story...of 7 writers....picked to live in a house...and write together and have their lives taped...to find out what happens when writers stop procrastinating...and start to write...The Real Writers!
Meet Luke, en route to the house, carrying nothing but a knapsack and a pad of paper.
Luke: Uh hi, uh...my name's uh...Luke and...I'm uh...well I don't really believe in definitions. I mean, how can you possibly define the micro-cosmic way my brain connects to the ethereal on a macro-cosmic level to create...to create...uh...words. Words... words... words. Yeah. So um, pretty excited to be here and stuff and...you know I guess you could say I write literary fiction. Been working on my opus, this one book for the last 15 years. I'll probably never finish. Yeah, so... Excited to meet my roommates. I think... Would love to discuss Proust when they get here.
And coming around the corner is....GINA!
Gina: AAAAH! OMG! I am SO excited to be here, LOL, OMG I can't believe it! I'm walking down the street and I think I see my roomie! I do! I do see my roomie! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Rooooo-miiiie! *waves vigorously*
Luke: The sky is a bluer blue, a darkened blue, a blue blue...AH! Words! Curses.
Gina: Rooomie! OMG I see you! I see you!
Gina takes off on a run and nearly trips the camera man over.
Luke: *looks up* Huh? Uh...what......are you...are you my...
Luke's cut off when Gina flies on top of him knocking him to the ground. His note pad flies into the street.
Luke: MY WORDS!
Gina: Oh that little bit of paper? I'll get it Roomie. What's your name.*she helps Luke stand up*
Gina retrieves the note pad.
Luke: I...uh...well...my name is...thing is...
Gina: My name's Gina. I heart books. Can't you remember you're own name?
Luke: Yes. It's just...There's just so many words in my head...
Gina: *looks at the note pad* Why are you writing on that thing anyway? Where's your lap top?
Luke: *glares* You mean a stupid machine!?!?
Gina: Hahahahahaha! OMG! You are sooooooo funny. What are you, a comedic writer or something? Do you blog? Tweet? Facebook? Myspace? Linked? Youtube?
Luke: No. I do not. I can't waste my time on such nonsense. I write Literary Fiction. And my name's Luke.
Gina: Literary Luke! Oh I like it. Alliteration... I dig it.
Luke: *looks defeated and horror stricken, hangs head low* You write young adult paranormal romance, don't you?
Gina: *shakes head vigorously* My book is called, Midnight! Like Twilight, only later. Do you want to live in the same room with me? We can swap manicures. Are you metro?
Gina: Ooooh I think I see another Roomie coming! SQUEEEE!
To be continued...