Ahh my off-key Liberaci–oops! LiteRAti!
Fresh meat.
Beverly Lucey from the other coast has found us, and entered our contest: You Didn’t Write That. That line must make an appearance somewhere in your story submisasion, and if you can’t take my word for it–I didn’t write that–just pull down the rules from the menu bar under (surprise) CONTESTS.
I don’t recall Beverly on our site before, but please remember, I saw her first.
Thanks Beverly, for risking it all to enter our playground, and remember our mission statement: Putting Gravitas on a Lo-Carb Diet.

Theme Park Ride Movies with Fast Food Tie-ins
by Beverly Lucey
About the novel under discussion you said, “I could have written that.” Written as a memoir about a failed novelist who hates everyone who has written a memoir, felt true. Hemingway might have said, “True and good.” You think he did.You feel writerly, send queries, force your successful wife to pretend to be both lawyer and agent in correspondence, and spend months waiting. All the right things, you think.
“I’m waiting for a call from the coast,” you say to the six of us at dinner, “about a pirate screenplay.” But, Johnny Depp cornered the market on pirate theme-park-ride movies, so you might be ten years too late to jump on that bandwagon. You think you suffer only from poor timing and placement: the suburbs, where people talk about books but don’t write them.
Dinner party conversations run to vacations, tuition gouging, long term health care. You think we are, at least, civilized. Your neighbors and friends. It’s your wife we like.
But, this book you just finished? Ripped off your thoughts. Plus, the writer? Son of a famous author. “Lucky bastard.” You father owned a small store. He was a small hero. But you didn’t write that.
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Welcome Beverly! Great submission.
Hi Miryam
Just saw that you sent something in. late. I will post it after the Sumatran sunrise over the towers that are A Word with You Press.
I think that the scurry of writing fiction and the hype of getting published is what goes with the job. We write it, we push it, we bounce back off the ceiling to the floor when we have to do it all again. I love the noir in your piece and the slap from soceity. I hear sounds of a seasoned writer. Please stay and write some more.
Beverly, I like your comedic lines!
Wow Beverly – fast paced, throwing out the good the bad and the ugly right down to the last line. Please come back and play…
Bev
you got me, great ‘hook’, if it went on into chapters, I would follow, I would want to……
I am so glad that we here on the AWwYP site are not THAT civilized. Well, most of the time. I am now editing all my cue cards for future dinner parties to leave out mention of long-term health care. Wait. I don’t go to dinner parties. Phew! That part about suffering from poor timing stung! Dang you for your flash exposé! Nice work.
Oh, and welcome to A Word with You Press. I hope you come back often.
Sometimes I don’t catch on so good. But, reading this the second time, I get it. And, honestly, I’m glad I didn’t get it the first time. This piece fits well with the assignment, “tell us why you write.”
Why do we write? To tell stories? Or to be published, become famous, make money? Do we start off telling stories, and then get sidetracked into all the shiny stuff? Thought-provoking piece.
Love the diversity. And yes, ah, you didn’t write that, at the end was perfection.
Terrirfic entry here. Welcome to the best press on the net, and the always fun monthy prompts that keep so many of us literati rolling out little splashes of color on this blank canvas. I hope you return with more insights into the jagged little pills of the writing life.