Date:         Fri, 20 Nov 1998 18:49:55 -0600
From: cate meredith <catem@MINDSPRING.COM>
Subject:      Re: [WRITERS] INT: The eMJay Award Interviews plead the fifth?

>So tell us -- actually show us if you would using those marvelous skills of
>the writer -- what happens over the next few months as a result of you being
>crowned mumble-frotz for a year.  How does your life change, how does the
>list change, and of course how does our life change ("what's in it for me,
>eh?")

Me?

Little ole me?

Well, first thing to do is take down all the portraits of Christ and
collect the weapons.  After that, there is the matter of the shrines.  They
must be built.  The men must stop making love to their wives and build
shrines to me in their livingrooms and worship it daily.  The women will
receive lovely gossamer frocks and crowns of roses and ribbons and will
spirit barefoot around the Meredith Compound, their hands holding baskets
of flowers and books of poems.    When they tire, they may lay out by the
pool where the almost-winners, dressed in only turbans and loinclothes,
will gently fan them with palms and feed them grapes.

In the sanctum that is my bedroom, I shall have a bed as large as an
ordinary man's house, with seventy pillows and an enormous mink blanket
which falls to the floor in the night, carried off by it's own weight.
Upon my bed, on silken sheets, my lover will await me.  If he is resistant,
the guards, armed with Doberman Pinchers, will restrain him.

But he won't resist.

He never has.

After I devour my lover and fall asleep in his arms, the minions will count
my gold coins, every bit of currency in the mansion, and account for each
bottle of wine, each work of art, each article of clothing, each thing of
value until the columns are absolutely balanced and it is assured that when
I wake in the morning, with sunset pink skin and the scent of semen in my
hair, that my day will be as lovely as the one before it.

Cate