Friday, August 19, 2005

K.C. and the Sunshine Broadband

I was telling the copy desk chief here, Kim Callahan, how my book was missing journalists. Actually, I think I said it needed SPACE reporters.

Well it just so happens that Boston Thomas was involved in an interstellar incident last time, and let's just say that at the ensuing press conference, the space cowboy met his match. K.M. Callatron, a robot space reporter for the Journal Worlds.

Oh sure, Boston tried to escape. But no good. What use is a simple blaster against an interplanetary war correspondent that's heavily armored and types 3,000 words a minute? And the cockamamie story Boston tried to get the reporter off the trail? No good: Callatron could see the gaps in the story -- copy editing upgrades had been installed.

"Go ahead, make my dateline," was the response.

So is the robot an integral part of the story? Is it a way for me to suck up to the chief? Or maybe my chance to kill her off in the book?

Stay tuned.

Word count: 38,144.

6 comments:

Wendy said...

Ack, George, I'm such a space cadet (in keeping with your theme)! I knew it was your birthday yesterday, but it completely slipped my mind when I left that comment. So, Happy Birthday, a bit belated!

george said...

The offending spam has been deleted. No, thank you! I don't need women's shoes!

Jill said...
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Jill said...

Hey George. Happy belated birthday, too. I hope that you rethink the whole cancelling your birthday thing. You can do what my sister does and just have the same one over and over. That way you get all the fun without the stress! I promise to use the preview option from now on so that I don't have to delete comments for spelling errors.

george said...

Thanks, y'all. A lot of people in the newsroom thought that it sucked for me that I was working on my birthday. Then I told them how on my last birthday I was trying to get checked into the emergency room in Torrance with no luck, and ended up making my escape from L.A. that day, as I landed in OKC just before midnight that night.

I think that's a birthday I will never forget.

Jill said...

Last year must have been a bad year for birthdays. I spent mine in a storm cellar in Edmond, OK -- 4 people, a dog, and a cat.