So, last night I finished the first draft of my Clarion West Write-a-thon story! For a ~9,000 word story, halfway through the second week isn’t a bad finish. It’s about a pharmacist who quits his job and buys a fixer-upper B&B out in the country, but when he gets there, he finds the realtors swindled him, and the wreck of a house is filled with a hundred identical stray cats and a mysterious squatter. And now I can just
kick back on a lawn chair and sip lemonade while I watch a marathon of The Vampire Diaries start right on the second story.
People have paid for nineteen words so far, but there are two I still haven’t figured out how to work into the story. Since the rules do say I can write a second story, and I will hopefully continue getting words, that’s probably the best option. That now means if you donate, you’re going to get two stories!
Wait! Why wouldn’t I just send you the one story in which your word was used? Because I have a diabolical plan.
The Diabolical Plan
Each of my donors is going to have a chance to guess which words (not their own) were suggestions. Whoever guesses the most words in the given time will get a copy of one of the anthologies with stories from me that come out soon. You can choose between these three:
So now if you donate $5 and send me a word, you have an additional chance to win a physical item of great and lasting value! The kind of thing for which Indiana Jones would brave a whole pit of snakes! Or at least a wading pool full of earthworms. Just sayin’.
And before anyone says, “What happens if no one guesses a word?” let me just tell you that thanks to that colossal jackass classmate of mine, M. Huw Evans, whom I love times a thousand but will still pummel a bit the next time I see him in person, there is no possible way someone can make it through this story without finding some words they KNOW someone gave me just to make my life a rotten hell.