Comic Novel hook emailed to Miss Snark's Crapometer
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HERE'S WHAT I EMAILED HER FOR HER CRAPOMETER:
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For years, inventor Mark Garden strived to make a flying car powered not by gasoline but by discs that neutralize gravity. Instead he’s made a flying dollhouse powered by discs that neutralize gravity. Super. The next step might be a flying car, except he can’t remember how he made the discs. He also can’t understand why visiting corporate reps seem so interested in it. Even corporate exec Jenna Fairchild, the dangerously-butterfingered woman who makes him more of a mess than his inventions end up, seems strangely frantic about the dollhouse.
While Mark’s confidence self-destructs like his next project, chief executives worldwide are in a panic, convinced that the dollhouse and its mythical flying car successor will transform the world even more than the original automobile did. They order the meticulous, frequently annoyed Mr. York and operatives from a dozen global conglomerates to band together to match wits with Mark and acquire the dollhouse. Or steal it, whichever keeps them in budget.
Mr. York and Mark trade moves like a chess match between scheming six-year-olds who don’t know how to play chess. Fleeing together, Jenna and Mark wield their considerable survival ignorance to canoe backwards down rivers, outwit paranoid hermits, and scream in panic at stoned bears, even as Mr. York blasts through towns and forests going in the wrong direction. Finally, as the unraveling team of spies zeroes in on them, Mark must decide whether to destroy his miraculous discs before they’re used to mass-produce enormous hovering Cadillacs.
HERE'S HER EMAIL RESPONSE:
NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL AFTER CHRISTMAS TO GET SKEWERED & COOKED.
HERE'S WHAT I EMAILED HER FOR HER CRAPOMETER:
| From: | |
| Sent: | Friday, December 15, 2006 11:01 pm |
| To: | Miss.Snark@gmail.com |
| Cc: | |
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| Subject: | Comic novel for Crapometer |
For years, inventor Mark Garden strived to make a flying car powered not by gasoline but by discs that neutralize gravity. Instead he’s made a flying dollhouse powered by discs that neutralize gravity. Super. The next step might be a flying car, except he can’t remember how he made the discs. He also can’t understand why visiting corporate reps seem so interested in it. Even corporate exec Jenna Fairchild, the dangerously-butterfingered woman who makes him more of a mess than his inventions end up, seems strangely frantic about the dollhouse.
While Mark’s confidence self-destructs like his next project, chief executives worldwide are in a panic, convinced that the dollhouse and its mythical flying car successor will transform the world even more than the original automobile did. They order the meticulous, frequently annoyed Mr. York and operatives from a dozen global conglomerates to band together to match wits with Mark and acquire the dollhouse. Or steal it, whichever keeps them in budget.
Mr. York and Mark trade moves like a chess match between scheming six-year-olds who don’t know how to play chess. Fleeing together, Jenna and Mark wield their considerable survival ignorance to canoe backwards down rivers, outwit paranoid hermits, and scream in panic at stoned bears, even as Mr. York blasts through towns and forests going in the wrong direction. Finally, as the unraveling team of spies zeroes in on them, Mark must decide whether to destroy his miraculous discs before they’re used to mass-produce enormous hovering Cadillacs.
HERE'S HER EMAIL RESPONSE:
| From: | Miss Snark |
| Sent: | Saturday, December 16, 2006 11:50 am |
| To | novator452@kc.rr.com |
| Cc: | |
| Bcc: | |
| Subject: | Re: Comic novel for Crapometer |
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