So this little writing gig I scored? Has now turned into a column. And the Editor wans me to name it, but after four days at the beach, "Dude, Food." is about all I got right now.
Help me out.
I'm guessing your column has to do with food, but the only idea that comes to mind -- Regurgitations - won't fly. But I will tell you a story, possibly even true, about an unpublished author who asked a published one to help him pick a title for a book. Its about -- don't need to know, the other interrupted. Anything in there about drums? No, the unpublished one said. What about bugles - anything? No, the other said. Nothing about bugles. Then there you go, the published one replied. There's your title. NO DRUMS, NO BUGLES.
Hmmm??
Posted by: Bill at June 11, 2008 6:44 PM
"If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor here. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So, pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fucking car."
-- The Wolf, Pulp Fiction
"The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize."
-- Clairee Belcher, Steel Magnolias
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Coolio. GO! for the writing gig. Sounds like you had a great beach trip.
Posted by: MereCat at June 10, 2008 8:45 PM