Wednesday story day again. Last week we left Bob worried about someone stealing his work. Charlotte asked him to trust her, but it became plain that Bob did not believe her since she was working for his mother. Let’s go back to see what Charlotte has to say about this latest revelation (Should have called this series The Guiding Light of Writing)
“Bob. I am shocked you would think because your mother hired me I would not have your best interests at heart.”
“I’m sure you have a heart, but I always follow the money.”
“What do you mean?”
“Whoever is paying the tab can order the kind of pizza.”
“Huh?”
“Okay, lousy metaphor. I mean that when you are taking money from a person you owe that person a certain amount of loyalty.”
“Bob this is absurd. Your mother has paid me to see you get published. What the hell is wrong with that?”
“I don’t see how taking my mother’s money doesn’t make you beholden to her.”
“I am not beholden to anyone. She pays me to do what is best for you.”
“She doesn’t ask you for special favors?”
“Like what?”
“Like just getting me published no matter what.”
“She did say that and I told her I wouldn’t do it.”
“Wouldn’t get me published?”
“No, you idiot. I said I wouldn’t do anything that would make you a laughingstock of the writing world. I’m beginning to think I’m not the right person to continue this project.”
“Wait why do you say that kind of thing?”
“Oh, my gosh Bob. You are the most frustrating person. You have done nothing but bust my chops since we started and I’m tired.”
“Gee Charlotte. I didn’t realize I was such a pain.”
“Look at yourself Bob. You come in with some handwritten piece of crap. Then you say you have some writing in your head which you don’t want to be stolen. You accuse me of being on the take with your mother. Argggg, Why go on.”
“Charlotte?”
“What.”
“You okay?”
“Who cares?”
“I do. I didn’t mean to be such a shit.”
“Ah, good word Bob. Might even be your middle name.”
“Can we start over?”
“Over? What do you mean.”
“Hi I’m Bob and I want to be a writer.”
“You kill me, Bob. Yes, Bob, my name is Charlotte, and I can teach you to be a writer.”
“Hi, Charlotte.”
“Oh, my gosh.”
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Charlotte might want to go on a long vacation as soon as Bob goes to bed or leaves for the day. Either to relax or avoid killing him.
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She is getting a little demonstrative. You may be right.
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She should look on the bright side. Frank isn’t involved in this story. 😉
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Ha ha ha. Good one.
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Best line: “Ah, good word Bob. Might even be your middle name.”
This story might be driving me to drink … I feel Charlotte’s pain 😉
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Driving to drink I take as a public service. 🙂
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LOL. I wonder how long that fresh start will last. Another fun installment, John. Hugs!
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Thanks for stopping and the comment. *hugs back*
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The annoyance is palpable. I want to slap my screen.
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Thanks Dan. LOL
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Reblogged this on D.e.e.L's Writing and Various Nonsense.
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Thank you so much for the re-blog
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ARGH!!! What a pill! I don’t think I could swallow it. Not nearly enough of Charlotte’s patience. Good one this week, John 🙂
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I would love to see what you would do to Bob. Ha ha ha,
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I love your line, ‘Whoever is paying the tab can order the kind of pizza.’ Brilliant, and so true!! As for Bob and Charlotte, why, John, are you turning this into a romantic comedy?!? Great installment, my new friend!
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Romance? *blinking eyes rapidly* Hope not.
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[…] approach for regular fiction posts on their blogs, or so I assume based on the format (see: John Howell and Oliver Gray). They may have these planned out, so my apologies if I misread the chicken bones. […]
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Thanks
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Charlotte needs to find herself another client, stat. 🙂
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I will give her your advice.
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