The Future of Evil?
Spike........Explanation
....A...........EE agrees to critique query letters for free.
....B...........EE agrees to critique openings.
....C...........EE posts photo of naked woman.
....D...........EE posts cartoon depicting an agent being tortured.
....E...........EE takes day off; Evil Jr. does blog.
....G...........EE wins 1st Nobel Prize for Blogging.
....H...........Dominos provides free beer and pizza on EE's blog.
....K............TV Guide announces EE to compete on Dancing with the Stars.
Trough....Explanation
....F............Miss Snark retires; Blogosphere in mourning.
....I.............Twitter gets hot; readers can now be entertained in 140 characters.
....J............Twitter credited with world peace. Blogs suddenly irrelevant.
....L............EE posts confusing graph instead of useful post.
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| Evil Twit |
However, before shifting to Twitter, I'd better confirm that there's a demand for critiques of the first 140 characters. So, submit as a comment to this post the first 140 characters (or fewer) of your current WIP. We'll see how it goes.
10 comments:
Fire Robinson set his backpack on the rock outcropping. He looked down from the cliff to the river below. There it was, about half a mile up
“Where the hell is that truck? Thirty stops and nothing. Twenty-four hours and nothing. Pull over, dammit, pull over,” Chad yelled
Drone reached down and caressed the small of her back where sweat beaded and dampened his finger tips. Mara’s arms and legs intertwined with his.
Shame on you evil man
Heather was twelve years old the last time she saw her grandmother. She had a vivid memory of her playing the piano, long fingers fluttering over the keys. Heather never
"Ow!" E said. The gold chain around his neck had ripped out some of his back hair. "No pain no gain," the Lilliputian man beside him said.
(How many queries in need of EE's pen are swarming around out there? I think some potential minions are confused because of the anonymous nature of this blog, but if they took time to read the archives they'd know it was very useful.)
(My 140 character submission is bogus. There is no story attached to it as of now.)
First he took away my writing exercises, then my cartoons, and now he wants to take
I roll over to check if the milk is frozen. It is. It’s going to be a bad day.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m hallucinating.
It waits there in the darkness, just a little further than the reach of my eyes. Like a glimmer on the thin line of the horizon or a shout
Offhand, I’d have to say that moving dead bodies wouldn’t be my dream job. Not that I’ve ever harbored any ambition to be a grave robber
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