Devil: “Is there an alien in it?”
Me: “Yes, but . . . “
Devil: “Science Fiction.”
Me: “No, but . . . “
Devil: “No Sci-Fi for me.”
Me: “Me neither . . .”
Devil: (Recorded message) “Thank you for considering Us for submission of your manuscript. ’Twill be a frigid day, yada, yada . . .”
Me: “It’s not Science Fiction! Not that there’s anything wrong with that . . .”
Devil: Cloven hoof tapping impatiently.
Me: “Think of it as a coming-of- (voice lowers to whisper) space- (louder) age story!”
Me: “No, not at all! Geez. I do not write erotica. I wish I could. I mean there is romance in there, and a few NSFW scenes that while gratuitous, certainly do serve to move the story along.”
Me: (Considering) “Maybe.”
Devil: Static on line. Rustling sounds. “Crackle, living, fantasy, world.”
Me: “Hello? Are you still there?”
Ros was taped before a live studio audience. For a transcript of the show, please visit Ros. And is it just me, or has anyone else wondered about that dystopian Woolite® tag line, “No clothes left behind.”
Mr. Howey, Woolite® called and wants its unmentionables back.