Sneak Preview Of My Sexy Steamy Romance Novel!
Time to face facts: I’m never going to get rich editing manuscripts for a vanity publisher. And upgrading to a career in Japanese tentacle porn won't happen, either, as evidenced by this actual transcript of my last-week’s job interview:
Thus, I am trying a new approach: I have written a novel. A sexy novel, to be specific, because market research indicates sex sells.
It was easy. Thanks to all the books I’ve been reading and editing at my vanity-publishing job, I have learned via osmosis exactly how they should be written. All I need to do now is find somebody who will publish my book and sell a million copies for me. If you’re a wealthy publisher with powerful industry connections, read my wonderful novel here, and then e-mail me with an offer.
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Selena Mackenzie was a gorgeous 19-year-old virgin with large breasts in a small town in Scotland where she led a sheltered life that was very sheltered and never knew the touch of a man. She was really innocent and pure. Meanwhile, Thor Thorson the Viking prince who looked like Fabio only with horns on his helmet, was in Vikingland getting onto a Viking boat with dark smoldering eyes he used to smolderingly look at the boat with. He said, “Forward, men. We will ravish the Scottish coast with virgins in it, and since I’m giving you orders remember I’m not just really hot and muscular but also a powerful Alpha male.”
Selena Mackenzie had a hard life because Selena’s mother died and Selena’s father was mean to her and all the other girls hated Selena because they were jealous of her beauty, so if Selena were, like, kidnapped by a sex god who wanted to make her his exclusive monogamous love slave in a gilded cage with lots of luxurious furnishings and servants and orgasms, it’s not like she would have any reason to feel homesick or anything to make her feel sad. Meanwhile, on a dragon-shaped Viking boat that looked like a big wooden dragon filled with men floating on the water, crossing the stormy seas between Vikingland and Scotland was Thor Thorson the Viking prince, who was very sensitive under his hard, muscled, sweaty, (but he doesn’t smell bad or anything), muscular smoldering Viking Prince exterior.
Everyone in Selena’s small Scottish coastal village off the coast of Scotland started screaming when they saw Thor Thorson’s Viking boat fleet appear over the horizon like some sort of fleet of boats coming over the edge of an ocean that slowly got bigger as it got closer to the small Scottish village you live in.
When the Viking raiders came into Selena’s village, everybody started to scream “Oh no it’s the Vikings help what are we going to do.” Selena hid under the table and watched Thor rampaging through the village like a mighty Viking that looked really hot. She felt scared. Very scared. Very, very, very, scared. But she also felt a weird new sensation she’d never felt before in her belly, and she didn’t recognize it since she was innocent and pure, so she thought “I must’ve had some bad haggis for lunch.” Because she didn’t know what passion was. She thought maybe that weird feeling in her belly was something she ate that was bad. Like maybe bad haggis. (It wasn’t the haggis, though. It was love.)
Thor carried Selena to his boat and took her back to Vikingland and locked her up in his castle, which was made of white marble with gold tiles on the roofs. Selena’s bed had a red silk cover that shone like shining silk, and as she leaned back on the red silk that the bedcover was made of she said to Thor “I want to go home” and Thor laughed cruelly and said “No you delectable thing you belong to me and my money and my muscles forever. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
Thor and Selena were having sex that was steaming hot but completely politically incorrect and not suitable for children, because no means no, but that was a long time ago, and Vikings were not enlightened. So Thor said “You’re so beautiful” and Selena said “I know” and Thor said “Let’s do it” and Selena said “No” and Thor said “Yes” and Selena said “No” and Thor said "Yes" and Selena said "No" but Thor wouldn’t listen and Selena yelled out loud “NO!” and this went on for a long long time and eventually Selena changed her mind.
Selena still felt homesick for Scotland. Especially since everyone who used to be a jerk to her in the small Scottish coastal village got killed in the Viking raid. Then Thor came in to her luxurious room and said “I know you’re homesick, so I brought you some tartan and a bagpipe.” Then he gave her a piece of plaid-looking cloth that was made of tartan, and a bagpipe. Selena’s heart swelled with love because that was the most thoughtful and romantic gift anybody had ever done for her. A different part of Thor swelled up just like Selena’s heart did, and they had sex again. Then they got married and the sex never got dull so they lived happily ever after.
Copyright in the USA already filed with the Library of Congress, plus I mailed a copy to myself with the postmark over the seal on the envelope because I KNOW one of you bastards is going to try and steal this and pretend you wrote it yourself because you’re jealous because you could never write anything this good, like those bastards in high school that made fun of me and said my writing was stupid and I’m glad they did it because it gave me the courage and inspiration and inner emotional strength to carry on. And I am stronger for it. And you can’t steal my novel because I already filled the U!S!A! copyright with the Library of Congress and mailed a copy of myself through the mail with a postmark, if you try to steal this I’ll take you to court and sue and win. Some of my very good friends are lawyers who are very good. I have lots of friends now.
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So what do y’all think? I gave it that surprise ending because my vast vanity editorial experience tells me that the expository copyright notice is generally the single most interesting part of any given book.
TENTACLE PORN MOGUL: Are you legally old enough to do sex-themed work in the United States, which is to say at least 18?Nor will I get rich writing my Sunday column, especially since most of the papers that publish it are expected to close down in two months. (Career advice: if your boss walks in and says “Hey, everyone, come meet our new staff writer,” and you turn around and see me standing there, reduce your personal expenditures and update your resume immediately. My presence never bodes well for such things.)
ME: Yes.
TENTACLE PORN MOGUL: Then you’re too old to appeal to our viewers. Get lost.
Thus, I am trying a new approach: I have written a novel. A sexy novel, to be specific, because market research indicates sex sells.
It was easy. Thanks to all the books I’ve been reading and editing at my vanity-publishing job, I have learned via osmosis exactly how they should be written. All I need to do now is find somebody who will publish my book and sell a million copies for me. If you’re a wealthy publisher with powerful industry connections, read my wonderful novel here, and then e-mail me with an offer.
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PASSIONATELY PASSIONATE PASSION
A sexy, steamy novel of passion, love, adventure and passion, with lots of good parts
Chapter 1
Selena Mackenzie was a gorgeous 19-year-old virgin with large breasts in a small town in Scotland where she led a sheltered life that was very sheltered and never knew the touch of a man. She was really innocent and pure. Meanwhile, Thor Thorson the Viking prince who looked like Fabio only with horns on his helmet, was in Vikingland getting onto a Viking boat with dark smoldering eyes he used to smolderingly look at the boat with. He said, “Forward, men. We will ravish the Scottish coast with virgins in it, and since I’m giving you orders remember I’m not just really hot and muscular but also a powerful Alpha male.”
Chapter 2
Selena Mackenzie had a hard life because Selena’s mother died and Selena’s father was mean to her and all the other girls hated Selena because they were jealous of her beauty, so if Selena were, like, kidnapped by a sex god who wanted to make her his exclusive monogamous love slave in a gilded cage with lots of luxurious furnishings and servants and orgasms, it’s not like she would have any reason to feel homesick or anything to make her feel sad. Meanwhile, on a dragon-shaped Viking boat that looked like a big wooden dragon filled with men floating on the water, crossing the stormy seas between Vikingland and Scotland was Thor Thorson the Viking prince, who was very sensitive under his hard, muscled, sweaty, (but he doesn’t smell bad or anything), muscular smoldering Viking Prince exterior.
Chapter 3
Everyone in Selena’s small Scottish coastal village off the coast of Scotland started screaming when they saw Thor Thorson’s Viking boat fleet appear over the horizon like some sort of fleet of boats coming over the edge of an ocean that slowly got bigger as it got closer to the small Scottish village you live in.
Chapter 4
When the Viking raiders came into Selena’s village, everybody started to scream “Oh no it’s the Vikings help what are we going to do.” Selena hid under the table and watched Thor rampaging through the village like a mighty Viking that looked really hot. She felt scared. Very scared. Very, very, very, scared. But she also felt a weird new sensation she’d never felt before in her belly, and she didn’t recognize it since she was innocent and pure, so she thought “I must’ve had some bad haggis for lunch.” Because she didn’t know what passion was. She thought maybe that weird feeling in her belly was something she ate that was bad. Like maybe bad haggis. (It wasn’t the haggis, though. It was love.)
Chapter 5
Thor carried Selena to his boat and took her back to Vikingland and locked her up in his castle, which was made of white marble with gold tiles on the roofs. Selena’s bed had a red silk cover that shone like shining silk, and as she leaned back on the red silk that the bedcover was made of she said to Thor “I want to go home” and Thor laughed cruelly and said “No you delectable thing you belong to me and my money and my muscles forever. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
Chapter 6
Thor and Selena were having sex that was steaming hot but completely politically incorrect and not suitable for children, because no means no, but that was a long time ago, and Vikings were not enlightened. So Thor said “You’re so beautiful” and Selena said “I know” and Thor said “Let’s do it” and Selena said “No” and Thor said “Yes” and Selena said “No” and Thor said "Yes" and Selena said "No" but Thor wouldn’t listen and Selena yelled out loud “NO!” and this went on for a long long time and eventually Selena changed her mind.
Chapter 7
Selena still felt homesick for Scotland. Especially since everyone who used to be a jerk to her in the small Scottish coastal village got killed in the Viking raid. Then Thor came in to her luxurious room and said “I know you’re homesick, so I brought you some tartan and a bagpipe.” Then he gave her a piece of plaid-looking cloth that was made of tartan, and a bagpipe. Selena’s heart swelled with love because that was the most thoughtful and romantic gift anybody had ever done for her. A different part of Thor swelled up just like Selena’s heart did, and they had sex again. Then they got married and the sex never got dull so they lived happily ever after.
The End.
Copyright in the USA already filed with the Library of Congress, plus I mailed a copy to myself with the postmark over the seal on the envelope because I KNOW one of you bastards is going to try and steal this and pretend you wrote it yourself because you’re jealous because you could never write anything this good, like those bastards in high school that made fun of me and said my writing was stupid and I’m glad they did it because it gave me the courage and inspiration and inner emotional strength to carry on. And I am stronger for it. And you can’t steal my novel because I already filled the U!S!A! copyright with the Library of Congress and mailed a copy of myself through the mail with a postmark, if you try to steal this I’ll take you to court and sue and win. Some of my very good friends are lawyers who are very good. I have lots of friends now.
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So what do y’all think? I gave it that surprise ending because my vast vanity editorial experience tells me that the expository copyright notice is generally the single most interesting part of any given book.
posted by Jennifer Abel at 12:55 PM
14 Comments:
Gr8!
I don't know if you can actually get it published in book form. However, as a screenplay it beats an awful lot of the drek that makes it onto Television...
Before she died in our motorcycle accident, my 12 year old daughter was writing a novel during the summer and I was editing it. I am going to finish it for her. Currently, I am filling in the story arc.
Since my doctor says it will be 6 months before I can return to work (and now I no longer have a job to return to) I can't think of a better way to use my time.
I am in awe of your awesome writing talent and will do my best to mimic the awesome way that you redundantly reuse words in such an awesomely reduntant way so that your meanings get reinforced in the readers mind as they read the awesome words that you wrote.
I can only pray that I would get you to be the editor of my own awesome writing effort.
I would be honored to do the very great honor of editing your honorable novel, NoStar.
And in all sincerity: I hope you're doing well.
By the end of a day and often at the beginning, I walk like an eighty year old man.
In stores when I see something that Jessie-girl would like or a dress that would have flattered her figure, I tear up. The good thing is when I say "I love you Jessie-daughter", I can hear her say, "I love you too, Daddy."
My proficiency with 4-Star level Sudoku puzzles is still not as good as it once was, but it is getting better. My success rate used to be in the high 90's, but now I can solve about 50 percent of them.
I am very forgetful about where I lay the mail down. That makes me sure that my doctor is right that I am not ready to go back to work. In managing the payables for a company, organization is critical and my CRS is worse now. I do n ot know how much is from grief and how much from having my brains scrambled. It might be a bit of both.
Currently I am working on a detailed account of what I have been through and will include it with a christmas card to everyone who wrote me get well wishes, or sent donations to me or Jessie's Library Fund.
I continue to pray for your gainful employment as a writer.
I am very rich and want to publish your novel. Only you'll have to make it shorter and say the same thing more, in terms of redundancy. Also less punctuation.
Or, I'm Alicia, the Friday columnist at the papers you and I are about to not-work-for, and so have no money, but only the ability to eliminate redundancy and add punctuation. Much like yourself.
(I could also eliminate sentence fragments, but where's the fun in that?)
So I'm dropping in to say hello, finally, instead of continuing to lurk, on the occasion of this, our mutual de-columnizing.
And to wish you and the rest of us good luck in finding rich people (to buy our manuscripts, the newspapers, or to marry in desperation) and new underpaying jobs.
Good luck to us all.
Hello, Alicia! Why not drop me an e-mail? I'd've sent you one already, except you don't put "Contact the author" information on your blog.
And if you really need money, and have good copyediting skills, I know a vanity publisher who's hiring. Only thing is, you'd have to copyedit things like my novel into something actually readable.
Oh, yes, I guess I could learn how to do that -- email you instead of watching in a stalkerish way and maintaining the shrines of you I've got in my living room closets. (One is personal-writing-themed, and one is published-writing-themed, you see.)
My email address is posted at the top of the blog archive of my columns, though why anyone would end up in the backwater blogspot eddy of my column archive is beyond me. So here it is: aliciad.watkins at yahoo dot com.
I flatter myself to think I DO have good copyediting skills; I'm pretty sure Marc thinks so, as I've been spending much of my time here at the paper (where I am stealing the Internet right now, in fact) since January copyediting. He recruited me for the column when I started a personal blog to prove that blogging entertainment news wouldn't be that tough for a reporter.
I "discovered" your writing at the Advocate, I think Marc told you, and I don't mind saying in front of everyone who might read it that my friends from Tennessee who were visiting at the time and I sat in Javapalooza in Middletown (where I don't live) laughing our fool heads off at your interview of the guy who was for banning smoking in cars with children.
But please, do email. I don't know much about vanity press, but I did have a professor who published his own novel in the UK, and I was a writing center tutor for three years and ESL teacher for four -- so I might have the stomach for it.
The copyright notice was very good, but you forgot to identify your book as "A Fictional Novel" What if the publishing house sends it to the wrong editor? Or publishes it as some other kind of novel? You have to think about these things!
And, uh, NoStar, ah man, take care of yourself.
There is something sinister about the word "de-columnizing."
I can see Thor Thorson's viking horde de-columnizing young maidens across the land...
Isn't "decolumnizing" what Lorena Bobbitt did to John Bobbitt when she took a kitchen knife and bobbed it.
I read that she has become a hair stylist. The article didn't say whether or not she specializes in bob cuts.
I think decolumnizing would be very demoralizing, and that would explain Jen's willingness to perform in tentacle porn which Walt Disney was filming as early as the year I was born. Check out the fun that begins at the 3:27 in the clip when you click on my name.
Look into retiring.
I fully intend to retire, Ron, as soon as those royalty checks from my wonderful sexy adventure novel that is filled with adventure and sex come in.
I have not yet heard from any rich publishers, but that's probably because they haven't figured out just how many zeroes they want to put after the number "1" on my royalty check.
Jen,
I'd tell those publishers to forget the one followed by zeroes, make it it a nine followed by more nines until there is no more room on the check.
Hey, do you think I'd mske a great agent or what? I'll only take 10% of those nines.
I think you need more sex in your novel, a spanking wouldn't hurt either.
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