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Midnight Scribbler Publishing
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Literary Fiction
Publisher: Midnight Scribbler Publishing
ISBN-10: 1492357634
Pages: 220
Copyright: Sept 6
ISBN-13: 9781492357636
Price: $2.58 (eBook)
A character in a forgotten manuscript, booting the writer into action, exploring beyond the everyday, using every trick under the sun to draw her interest.
The Would-Be-Protagonist is fed up languishing in a forgotten manuscript, and aims to do something about it - and that includes exploring virtually everything.
The Would-Be-Protagonist is making himself heard, or at least he's trying to. In his quest to make himself seem interesting enough to Anna, and her alter ego, he's soon exploring everything between heaven and earth (if not actually on earth), and getting himself tangled in strings and super-strings, mathematical equations (and he hasn't really got a clue) and imaginary realities. If that's not enough, he travels back in time - as any virtual being can - trying to educate Anna, while all sorts of things stop play. When Anna fails to take notice of him, he resorts to following her into sleep and playing a mean trick or two, just to teach her a lesson in having to wait. The Would-Be-Protagonist (WBP) is not one for giving up. He'll allow Anna to work on other manuscripts, as long as she comes back - and if she stays away too long, he has ways and means of bringing her back round. Sometimes a little editing is all that's needed to spark Anna's - and her alter ego's - interest. If that doesn't work, a cloud of gnats might chase her indoors, back to the desk. His story will be written.
WBP, a character in an all but forgotten manuscript, the writer and her pseudonym Anna, are locked in a never-ending triangle, linked through the imagination – and the findings of the imaginary soul as he delves into the mysteries of life.
Excerpt
From the chapter headed 'Imaginary Reality' - a few words from WBP:
I’ve just had another thought - and there’s no need for Anna and her alter ego to act so surprised! Anyway, it was floating around this hospital that did it. What if all this doesn’t really exist?
Or else, exists only in the imagination of some greater, unknown power? Anna is groaning. What’s wrong with letting me have a little ponder?
‘I’d rather you didn’t, at five o’clock in the morning.’ Anna rubbed her eyes.
I can’t see the problem myself. And if she’s another fictitious being, she’ll just have to go with the flow - this time anyway. Just like she makes me do, most of the time. Although I have been known to rebel.
Look at that. Anna’s alter ego has wangled a cup of coffee from one of the nurses. It makes the Paracetamol work better, she says. And she won’t mind putting pen to paper once the tablets work. Don’t tell her, but I wasn’t actually going to give her the choice.
Right, back to whether all that seemingly is in the world, is as it seems - or not. For all I know, all you mere mortals might be just like me. Now that’s a strange thought. Of course, Anna’s alter ego has had problems with this issue before. It’s not that she sees everything in black and white, but (at least in her opinion) she tends to temper everything with common sense. Well, at least she used to. But I can do, or say, or think whatever I like. There are no limits on us imaginary beings. What? Now she’s being funny - or thinks she is. She reckons I’m limited to her imagination, whatever I might think. She can think what she likes. I know what I know.
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