Nope, I’m not talking about the very useful computer program that helps keep you on task while writing.
No, Evil Readers, I’m here with something even better. I’ve been sitting on this so long, it feels as if it’s taken on a life of its own. In other words…there’s news. Big news, and I had to mud wrestle everyone else in order to be the one who gets to share it. (Take this as a warning: never challenge me to mud wrestling–I like to fight dirty.)
A while back, a couple of us were musing on Twitter about reality TV and how they would never do a show about writers because it’d be boring watching all of us sitting there typing all the time. And then one of us jokingly mentioned something about (paraphrasing) “Not if it was Evil Writers. We’d be too busy trying to figure out how to off the competition.”
We all laughed, but a certain someone took it very seriously. Mark Burnett (you know, Mark Burnett) got in contact with the ELEW with a crazy ass idea. Timing was a big part of working things out (I’m a single parent, yo.), but the contracts are all signed now. Shortly after the kids get out of school in June, all eight members of the ELEW are being shipped off to a house somewhere (I don’t know where, and even if I did, I couldn’t tell you because contract. Trust me, wording this post is hard enough.) for six weeks. If I remember right, it’s being pitched as a combination of Real World meets Survivor meets Misery. (Okay, I might have made that last one up, but seriously, it wouldn’t surprise me if he went on a hunt for uber-fans to complicate things at some stage.)
I’m not sure the eight of us can really live together for that long, but as the title of the show implies…we probably won’t have to. Keep your fingers crossed that we’re as entertaining in person as people seem to think we are online and in our books! (Quite frankly because we’ll get paid more if it actually gets picked up and…single mother, mom of six, eternal rescuer of strays…you get the picture.)
That said, watch your TV Guides (if anyone still reads that) for news about Write or Die. (Or just watch for collective “We can’t tell you anything else” squeeing from the ELEW members. If we’re squeeing, you know something’s going down.)