What I Was Thinking As I Was Writing My Entry To The In The Moment Competition

Man. I hope I win this competition, and that a publisher finds this, and loves it, and shows all his publisher buddies, and I get a publishing contract.

For ten thousand dollars.

Wait. Back up.

A publishing contract for twenty thousand dollars would go a lot further. Twenty thousand British dollars, instead of the stinking peasant pesos that we call currency over here at the moment.

Damn, that’d be sweet. I’d roll into exclusive parties and everyone would drop their drinks and be like ‘Whoa! That’s the guy who got a forty thousand dollar contract for writing five hundred words or less, and he’s wearing super expensive shoes!’

And if Fred Durst was there I’d be all up in his face about why his band sucks, and then I’d knock that stupid red cap right off his face with my publishing contract. And then I’d say ‘Yo! Hilary Swank! Let’s you and me and George Clooney and my fifty thousand dollars go get some ostrich burgers!’

Yeah.

I wonder if anyone hot is online on Facebook right now?

If I got a hundred thousand dollars worth of publishing contract I’d be able to get a new car, and this time I’ll actually put oil and water in it every two weeks, like you’re supposed to. Oh, this is going to be so awesome. I can’t wait until I’m driving around in my new car with my new shoes and Hilary Swank and I’m rich.

I wonder what Will Smith’s house is like? I get the feeling that he likes to keep it pretty casual. But what should I wear to dinner? Should I try to fit in and wear all that cool rap guy clothing? Or would Will Smith respect me more if I showed that I was comfortable with who I was, and I didn’t need to act differently to impress people?

That’s a tough one.

What was the name of the monkey from the Planeteers? What kind of lame power was Heart, anyway? Jesus. Talk about getting stooged. I would have demanded I get something cool like ‘Lightning’ instead. Linka and Gi were kind of hot when I was a kid. So was Gaia, Spirit of the Earth.

What would it cost to buy a town? Like that whole Kim Basinger Baselton deal… Didn’t that cost about 20 million dollars?

OK, so I’m probably going to need a couple of publishing contracts. And some film rights. And then I could buy a town… in Alaska! That would be so freaking badass. And I could re-name it something cool for the Arctic winter… like… Darksville… or Nightborough… or… or… Simon City.

Yeah.

This is going to be the best story ever. And I’ll own a town. And Hilary Swank, and George Clooney, and Will Smith will come to stay.

Wait.

Wasn’t Hilary Swank in that movie Insomnia? So she’ll already be cool with all that weird Arctic Circle seasonal stuff.

Awesome.

I’m getting kind of hungry.

What I Was Thinking As I Was Writing My Entry To The In The Moment Competition

TheDoubleAgent

Joined December 2007

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