Ha-ha-ha! Poetic justice returns to the Internet. The bad guy gets dunked in dirty water. And Violet Crepuscular gets beaned–all’s right with the world!
You may remember Ms. Crepuscular challenging her readers to provide hints of a massive do-over of her immortal romance, Oy, Rodney. Here are a few examples.
Pooba City, OK: “Aw, shut up already!”
K’smagge, Eurasia: “Do we get a prize for reading this?”
Imago Humana, New Jersey: “There’s a guy in Piscataway who writes better than you do–and he’s locked up!”
Bisstong, Rumania: “I learn English for this?”
Despite her protestations that “most” readers are positively crazy about her work, we’ve got her number. You can run, Violet, but you can’t hide!
INTERRUPTION: What? You wonder what happened to Mr Pinball? No, he has not been dunked in dirty water. To say nothing of Willis Twombley, or Lord Whatsisname (the one with the big house).
You’ve got it bad, kimosabe. Try to find a health hot line.
Violet’s do-over continues apace, so long as you mean Violet’s usually pace, and three steps forward, four steps back and then nine steps sideways.
I have a book I have to do over (“Prince Enthroned”) and the project is daunting.
Just one at it.