Today I thought about the epilogue for Love Trips (the book). Though I have yet to finish editing and adding to every story (almost done but not quiet!), I wrote the introduction in my head while riding the uptown 1 train.
It started something like this.
Dear Pepitas and Pepitos!
Scratch that. This isn’t a letter. It’s an epilogue! The moment to explain my passion for this project and why oh why each and every one of you needs to spend $17.95 (just came up with that number so don’t quote me) on this book. An epilogue must show my personality, entice my audience like a dominatrix seduces a man into submission with a stiletto, push you to dig deep into your big ol’ pockets so you can buy, buy, buy and spread the words like a hooker from The Point spreads her legs to her Johns!
So it will start something like this.
This is the story of seven strangers picked to live in a house to have their lives taped…
Ok. Maybe I need to work on it some more and watch a little less reality television. Off I go!