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Thursday, May 23, 2013
May 23rd Challenge
Hi, it’s Christina –
Good Morning! I did
something interesting yesterday; I searched through over 100K photos in search
of a new cover photo for A Second Chance. I narrowed it down to two and sent
the choices off to Caligraphics for their opinion. I found one initially that I
fell in love with, I thought it was absolutely perfect and the rep from Cali
emailed me and asked if I realized the photo I selected was more than 5x the
normal going rate. Leave it to me to have expensive tastes.
Needless to say, I went
back to the drawing board and looked at photos until my eyes crossed. As I
said, I narrowed it down to two. My favorite has no price listed (nothing on
the one site has prices listed) and my second choice, from a different site, is
only $19 (less than the average price of $25). I’m waiting for a response from
the rep to see what he thinks of my selections.
I am a little nervous
because the selections I made are quite a bit different than the current cover.
I was not able to find a photo of an old English country manor house that would
work, if I found a possibility, I would zoom in for a closer look and find a
car, a satellite dish or some other modern gadget, and to be honest, none of
the choices absolutely thrilled me. So I decided to go the couple in an embrace
route instead. The choices of couples in Victorian garb are nearly nil, so
clothing was out. Are you getting the gist of why I’m nervous??? I don’t want
the book to come across as erotica since it is far from it. I’m pretty sure
they will be sending me mock-ups and, if allowed, I will post the choices, and
get your opinions before I make a final selection.
Yesterday’s challenge was:
Truth is stranger than fiction…
My spin on “Truth is stranger than fiction” is “Truth
is funnier than fiction”. Here is a prime example. A hundred years ago in a
previous life, I used to work for a big name financial firm. One of my
functions with the firm was to travel to clients so I could present and explain
retirement packages to their employees. I was making one of those trips to a
client out in Connecticut, when on my way to the train station a freak blizzard
hit – I’m telling you, half an hour before I left there were beautiful blue
skies and there were only scatter flurries in the evening being forecasted on
the weather report. By the time I reached the train station there was over four
inches of snow on the ground. I slide into a spot in the parking deck, gather
my luggage and make a beeline to the platform, because my train was due any
second. I race though the terminal, up one set of stairs and down another, and
manage to get onboard as the doors are about to close. I find a seat as the
train pulls away from the station.
Winded, but please I made it in time, I settle in
and watch the scenery through the window and asking myself when I had I moved
from New Jersey to Siberia? We were traveling through near whiteout conditions,
but I was safe and warm and heading north at a good clip, so we would probably
outrun the storm.
About twenty minutes into the trip, the train makes
a funny noise, starts to slow, the lights dim and then finally go out
completely just as the train coast to a stop. Since it is afternoon, and even
with the storm raging, there is still enough light that we can see. Everyone
looks confused. Finally there is a crackle and a disembodied voice comes over
the speaker. “We seem to be experiencing some technical problems which we hope
to have fixed shortly. Please be patient and we apologize for any
inconvenience.” A collective groan goes through the car.
I ran out of time – but since this is yet another
true story, I think I will finish it for you:
Over the course of the next two hours, we would receive
updates, but as we waited, the dim light had faded to complete darkness and no
power also meant no heat and it was getting really cold, but at least we were
dry and not in the elements. The snow was well over a foot deep by this time
and there was no sign of it stopping.
Then another announcement, they couldn’t fix the
train; we were being picked up by another train. We gathered our things and
prepared to disembark. Please keep in mind, I am on my way to a client's,
therefore I am dressed appropriately to go to a client – in a suit and heels.
Also, there is a REALLY good reason trains pull up to a platform, the reason
being the distance between the last step off a train car and the tracks is a
good six feet. So there I am, one foot on the last step, the other dangling in
space in a fruitless attempt to find the ground, my pencil skirt hiked up
around my waist and a blizzard howling around me.
The story of the commute from Hell goes on, and
believe it or not, it becomes even more comical, but I have wasted enough of
your time. Hopefully you got a chuckle from my rather indelicate predicament.
Your Next Challenge is (something different):
Write a story using the following words: Turkey, Motorcycle & Kiss
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right
or wrong, just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is
allowed to criticize what someone else has written. Go.