Young Writers Society

Welcome readers! Please enter the story at the entrance in the front. As you make your way along, make sure you remember there is a world outside the story, and yet please feel free to make yourself at home during your stay. We would like to remind all audiences that although you are in fact reading the story, it is not yours. Do not bring your pre-conceived notions of 'good writing' to it, and most certainly don't bring your post-conceived notions of the writing to the movie version that will air in the future. Please also remember that the author is in fact, a bigoted jerk who has felt it prudent to not involve any of you in the creation of this journey. Have a nice day!

      Bloody teleprompters. This is exactly why you don't let them anywhere near your writing. All sorts of irrelevant pieces of information, thrust at you without any sense of formality. Speaking of formalities, I almost forgot to tell you my name, silly me. My name is Thaddeus Q. Throckmorton. Please feel free to roll the 'R'. It sounds so much more respectable like that. Now, most of my editors -of course they're not really editors. Oh, no no no. I'm MUCH too poor for that. Rather, when I say editors, I just mean friends of mine. I have enlisted one or two of my cousins as well, and even some random people I bumped into on the street who seemed to have interesting lives, and I therefore felt compelled to ask for their advice. As I was saying though, they have been calling me up, asking me all sorts of nasty things like

"Caleb, your name isn't Thaddeus, why you gotta tell the readers it is?"

and,

"Thaddeus, having a 'Q' in your name is all sorts of stuck up. What are you, an English professor?"

and even,

"Professor, I don't think that those were teleprompters... Are you making this all you as you go along?" 

     To all these people I say 'phooey." Due to the nature of my presentation, it is most fortuitous if people read this in a stuck-uppity voice which I, being Thaddeus Q. Throckmorton, will most certainly possess. Not that I am in fact stuck-uppity, but those 1-800 number people certainly leave me alone more if I'm snobby to them. Snobbishness is the best deterrent against unwanted solicitors. I'd never think about being snobbish to my editors.

      Speaking of 'editors', I received another email from them… oh wait, this one isn't from my usual jerk editors, but from my girlfriend.

      I say... did I forget to mention that my girlfriend is also one of my editors? Ah yes, it seems I have. Hey there!! You! Yeah, you! In the back!!! Don’t you shake your head at me, I didn't MEAN to fall in love with her when I first met her, it just sort of... happened...

*FLASHBACK*

“Mr. Throckmorton, I am mailing you on behalf of a small publishing label. We liked your work and have an exciting proposal that we believe you would be quite interested in. We would be more than pleased if you consider accepting it and joining our team.

Sincerely, the Banana Hipster Publishing House”

      Zounds!!… a publisher! You’ve got to be kidding me!! Egad, I’ve been waiting for this for so long! ...where did they even hear of me??? You need to answer the mail Cale... err ... Thaddeus.!! Calm down, you cannot show them how excited you are for this job, they'll be sure to take advantage of you! Play it cool, and see how it goes. Ehem,

“Yes, I have considered your offer. I may be interested in this partnership, but first tell me a bit more about the proposal.

Sincerely, Thaddeus.”

“If you are interested, I suggest we meet somewhere, and go over all the details in person? I can bring all the paperwork with me, we can discuss it, and then you can take it with you and deliberate over it at your leisure.”

      Huzzah! We have confirmation. However, I must stay cool. “Absolutely, I usually have a large chunks of time free in the morning, how does 8 A.M. work for you? I usually spend that time writing in a coffee shop I know of.”

“That time definitely works for me, if you can give me an address, I shall meet you there tomorrow morning”

      I believe I may explode. I must definitely lay down and rest after I send her the address. I may also need to go hug a cat. No, I think a dog would be better right now. Less claws, and they're as excited as I feel right now.

      I am having serious regrets about agreeing upon meeting face-to-face. Stupid me! What if I screw this up? Or maybe say something that gets me into trouble? What if they see how nervous I am and figure out my writing isn't as good as they thought? What if they don’t like me? What if they make me have... deadlines!? I cannot handle deadlines. Ah, this is silly! It’s not like I'm on a date or something. I don’t have anything to lose here... well... except for a publisher. But I didn't have one of those yesterday! And yesterday was alright, wasn't it..? Alright Thaddeus, time to shut up now. Just try and not be a jerk as usual.

“Mr. Throckmorton?” I hear a voice above me, speaking slightly odd. As if the owner had just ran through a storm of professional singers and wasn't sure if her voice was good enough to be heard anymore, yet wanting to sound as great as she could.

“Um, yeah... I'll have another small black coffee, and a bagel,” I say, expecting to look up and see an employee of the coffee shop, probably about to ask me to buy something already or get out: per the norm.

Standing in front of me was a girl. I got that much right at least.

And gods, was she beautiful. I'm glad the coffee shop has finally hired someone with a bit of physical appeal. Not saying Beatrice was ugly, but any girl who needs to wear a hair net at a coffee shop should at least have to wear it on the TOP of her head.

She's dressed in a navy blue one-piece dress and a tailored white blazer. Hmm... more casual uniforms... nice.

She has long, wavy, dark brown hair, with which I instantly fall in love with. She had a honey complexion and her eyes… those piercing green eyes… Oh yes, I'm definitely spending more time at this coffee shop!

She's holding a... briefcase??? ...okay so not a member of the staff..

"Mr. Throckmorton, I'm Sasha Ireachn, with the publishing house you spoke to yesterday?"

Oh dear lord. This better take a long time, or I may have to invite her to lunch. Wonder if she likes pizza?

*END FLASHBACK*

      So it turned out her name was Sasha... *sigh* Sasha... Anyways, she was the most attractive woman on the planet. Ahem, I mean, the public-relations manager of the publishing company I spoke with.

      It was just weeks after our first meeting that we started dating and now it has been over a year since we have been together.

      But don’t even for a second let yourself think that this relationship has given me any lee-way over my deadlines. Yes, they did stick me with deadlines. Knew it. Moreover it has gotten me way busier than I would have liked to. It's hard negotiating when you only want to agree with the person who you negotiate with. Note to self, send cousin to negotiate next time. Probably Henderson..