How’s your week been so far? Mine’s been good–looking to get a cover set up for one of my stories that I plan to use to start my new adventure (meaning list building as a fiction writer).
It’s Friday, and for those of you who don’t know, that means Triple F and a fiction prompt.
I actually wrote a little bit about my copywriting adventures and clients this week, which is a tad different than what I normally write about. So I decided to use that for fuel for Triple F.
Your prompt for Fabulous Fiction Friday this week is:
Your character, who’s in business, ends up in a situation where they don’t need clients anymore.
Okay, the backstory, height, weight, and what-have-ya of your character are up to you, as well as what their business is and why they don’t need clients anymore. (And I think an inheritance, while nice in real life, is ho-hum for fiction…so that ain’t a-gonna be here.)
Charlie is a three-headed alien who runs a robotics plant on Neeamar, and his exploration team has discovered an entire star system of beings who have never heard of machines before, and do everything by hand? So he doesn’t need to make sales presentations anymore, maybe, if he can serve a whole galaxy. It’s a bit of fantastic luck, to be sure, but how could we mess this up for Chuck? Maybe the beings there hate machines, and destroy them whenever they come around…and then take the organic visitors as slaves, er “the labor force.”
Or maybe Charity has figured out a way to make reconstituted fairies less maniacal, and then figures out she can just market directly to people adjacent to fairy graveyards. Who knows? Maybe the Fairy Council wouldn’t like that too much, and is out to get her under the guise of keeping their existence a secret (you’d think people would realize fairies existed after the first wave of small, undead magic users hit town).
That’s enough to get the mental snowball rolling down the hill, I’d figure.
March is a little over a week underway here (and for some of you/me/us in the U.S., we’ll be flipping the clocks forward one hour on Sunday–yarg, don’t remind me).
Make it an awesome weekend, with good memories, all right?
Until next time (and week),