Inane Query Letter of the Week #23

Much time has passed since I last posted, and I must say that demand for fresh material has been…well, ok not overwhelming. But it is good know that SOME of you care enough about this little ol’ blog space to voice complaints about it’s absence. I must admit, I bit off more than I could chew in trying to transform this site into a frequently updated, clever and informative news source, completely eschewing my original promise of mundanity, infrequency and irrelevance. And for this, I am truly truly sorry.

Needless to say, the last few weeks have been tough here in the NMTE offices. Ever since Smokey the Chimp’s tragic mauling at the hands of Dastardly Dave of the Bandwith Police, I’ve found it harder and harder to work up the energy, enthusiasm and biting cleverness needed to keep this space afloat. I have suffered from a near-lethal cocktail of stressful job-related issues, a marked increase in my own job hunt incidence and a general lackadaisical outlook towards the site.

Well, dear reader, as I type these words, I am happy to report that the spell has been broken. My concern for all matters at my current job has evaporated like the pestilence-tainted waters of the French Quarter, and though my quest for more rewarding employment continues unabated, the veil of indifference towards this space has lifted from afore mine eyes.

And it is all thanks to this week’s edition of The Inane Query Letter of the Week:

A lonely writer sits waiting for his idea to sell, until he decides on a desperate plan.

Genre: Drama

David sits alone, night after night, writing the TV series that's going to make him famous. But, no matter what he tries, all his efforts fail. Then to top everything off, lung cancer comes knocking on his door.

Now time is running out and David takes desperate action. It's time to do or die...

I would like to submit A Story That Will Never Be Told for your consideration and can be contacted as listed below.

Yours Sincerely

NAME WITHELD TO PROTECT THE STUPID

Sometimes the jokes just make themselves for you. And a screenplay entitled “A Story That Will Never Be Told”…well, let’s just say that this is the kind of softball I needed coming back after such a long layoff. Thank you, anonymous idiot, for lining me up for a triumphant return to the blogging spotlight. And might I just say, in reference to your unfortunate title: I’ll drink to that!

Happy Friday, folks! See you soon!