| Author: | WTF Man | ISBN: | 9781624545085 |
| Publisher: | WTF Productions | Publication: | February 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | WTF Man |
| ISBN: | 9781624545085 |
| Publisher: | WTF Productions |
| Publication: | February 23, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Borges Svelt set a goal; a goal that he has no hope of achieving: writing 100,000 words in one day. At first he takes baby steps, averaging 25,000 words per day before encountering his first obstacle. With a little ingenuity, can the eccentric author conquer his dream? Or is he totally out of his league?
Approximately 5,400 words in all.
EXCERPT FROM THE CRAPPIEST AUTHOR
Borges Svelt wasn’t about to hit the New York Times’ bestseller list anytime soon. Oh no! He was one of those dreadful self-published authors (eek!), shunned by the industry and despised by his traditionally published counterparts. Like them, he was eccentric in many ways, from his tacky, plaid socks that doubled as hand warmers to naming every member of The Brady Bunch whenever he reached a mental roadblock. While some writers prefer to stand while they write or sail the seven seas while banging away on their trusty, antique typewriters, Borges felt right at home on his shiny, porcelain throne. Of course, he didn’t mount the toilet with all of his clothes on. Heavens no! That would suggest that he was the least bit sane. On the contrary, he did not wear a shred of clothing. He was the pantless author, ready for anything that came rumbling through his feeble brain…or lower intestine.
Borges Svelt set a goal; a goal that he has no hope of achieving: writing 100,000 words in one day. At first he takes baby steps, averaging 25,000 words per day before encountering his first obstacle. With a little ingenuity, can the eccentric author conquer his dream? Or is he totally out of his league?
Approximately 5,400 words in all.
EXCERPT FROM THE CRAPPIEST AUTHOR
Borges Svelt wasn’t about to hit the New York Times’ bestseller list anytime soon. Oh no! He was one of those dreadful self-published authors (eek!), shunned by the industry and despised by his traditionally published counterparts. Like them, he was eccentric in many ways, from his tacky, plaid socks that doubled as hand warmers to naming every member of The Brady Bunch whenever he reached a mental roadblock. While some writers prefer to stand while they write or sail the seven seas while banging away on their trusty, antique typewriters, Borges felt right at home on his shiny, porcelain throne. Of course, he didn’t mount the toilet with all of his clothes on. Heavens no! That would suggest that he was the least bit sane. On the contrary, he did not wear a shred of clothing. He was the pantless author, ready for anything that came rumbling through his feeble brain…or lower intestine.
