I’m going all in on my Ted Saves the World series. I’m hiring a professional photography company (Oomphotography in Chicago) to take photos of my main characters (Ted and Erica) for the first three books in the series. By batching together the three covers, I’m saving a little bit of money, and ensuring I get the same actors for the series. I’ve never tried this before, so I hope the process goes as smoothly as possible.
I’m now through chapter 20 in my first rough draft of the first Ted Saves the World novel. I’m new to the fiction outlining game, and I’m loving it. Even though I’ve diverged from my outline on many different occasions, having that framework is a huge boost to my productivity. If all goes as planned, I should have the first draft all ready to go out to beta readers one month from now.
Speaking of which, would you like to be a beta reader for Ted Saves the World? As a beta reader, you’d get an advance copy of an early draft of my book. In return, you’d give me some feedback on how to make the book better within two weeks of receiving the book. Send me a message on the contact form if you’re interested. Thanks in advance!
Let’s get back to our program, already in progress. Read the first part of Ms. Kitty and Mr. Cohen here. Without further adieu, here’s part two:
Ms. Kitty and Mr. Cohen, Part II
I rushed around the side of Lenoir Dining Hall to see if my friends were right. If so, the limo and its inhabitants had the right idea. Most of the 20,000 students on campus passed through The Pit on a daily basis. Whatever the woman in fur was pushing, she was pushing it in the right place.
The limo was parked right in front of Lenoir, and the red carpet rolled down the steps of The Pit as advertised. A small crowd began to form next to two men who mugged for a camera. The woman in the limo and a fur-clad friend maneuvered through the students on hand with a ream of carnival tickets. I spied a white, plastic kiddie pool in the corner of The Pit next to the remnants of the previous week’s uncharacteristic snowstorm. It could have been the lack of brainpower from the four consecutive classes, but I had no idea how the images in front of me fit together. As I approached to get a closer look, I noticed a friend from my volleyball class in the front of the crowd.
Eric was the kind of guy you’d want on a volleyball team. A guy who was tall. Like most of the males in the crowd, he switched back and forth between ogling the girls and watching the men in front of the camera. They wore black and red shirts with the words “Random Insanity” on the front. The way they were gesticulating and raising their voices, the two of them reminded me of professional wrestling announcers.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“They’re doing a cable access TV show,” Eric said. “I think one of the guys is a former student.”
“What kind of show?”
Eric pointed in the direction of the kiddie pool.
“The kind of show where one of us wrestles one of those girls in a pool full of Jell-O.”
I hadn’t looked closely enough before, but now I noticed it. The pool contained a purple liquid that went up to about the three-inch mark. Now I was intrigued.
When the girl I’d seen in the limo approached us, I flagged her down.
“Hey baby,” she said.
I considered clamming up again, but I refused to back down in front of a crowd.
“You can call me Miss Kitty.”
Miss Kitty reminded me of Britany Spears. Both of them were tan, beautiful and dressed in ridiculous clothing. Her face bore a slight resemblance to the singer’s as well, but like most teenagers, I had a difficult time concentrating on her face.
“I’d like to buy a ticket, Miss Kitty.”
I opened up my wallet and pulled out a twenty.
“Oh, I don’t have change,” she said.
When I searched through my wallet again, all I came up with was four ones. Miss Kitty looked back to the Random Insanity guys, but they were in the midst of yelling something about their show. She shrugged her shoulders and tore off a ticket. I presented the money and she took it without question. Miss Kitty made a mental note of my position and walked toward another part of the crowd, which had swelled to about 50 students.
Eric slapped me on the shoulder and laughed hard.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Dude, you’re the only one who bought a ticket. You’re gonna wrestle Miss Kitty!”
I looked over at the Random Insanity guys. They had stopped their rant and began chatting with my new feline-named friend. She pointed directly at me. One of the hosts walked our way.
“Congratulations,” he said, taking my hand. “Are you ready to put on a little show?”
To be concluded…
Top Image Flickr Creative Commons Clean Kitty by Sandra Forbes
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