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TITLE: Number Two Won't Do | Previous Challenge Entry
By Toni Hammer
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See my problem? With such a common name, I was always buried under teenagers’ Twitter pages and journalists who got lucky.
In addition to devouring every internet branding book on every bookshelf, I was hustling to get my name out there the old fashioned, yet new, way. Long hours were spent writing blog posts for my web site. Offers to guest post were sent in droves to any author who would have me. Articles were submitted to obscure magazines whether they paid me or not. Adorned with blinders comprised of fantasized riches and recognition, all I saw was that number one spot.
Finally it happened. A large publisher replied to my book proposal and offered me an advance so large I had my wife read the letter out loud seven times to confirm the dollar amount. Only in my wildest nightscapes had I seen so many zeroes attributed to my name.
The whirlwind began. Day and night I tapped on my keyboard. Weeks were lost as I edited and re-edited my manuscript. Friendships distorted into ghosts of a past life. My wife was no longer an appendage to my soul, but rather a stationary piece of furniture akin to a plant stand I thoughtlessly maneuvered around to get to my desk. Time, sunlight, and moonlight’s existence ceased. All that mattered was getting my book finished.
In trepidation-tinged agony, my book was submitted and I waited to hear from my publisher. Though I had a merciful break to inhale deeply and relax, lustful thoughts of being number one continued their dominance of my waking hours. It was no longer enough to be number one on a search engine. My eyes now craved the sight of my name at number one on the New York Times Best Seller list.
My long sought after reveries finally came to fruition. I was published. I was number one on the Best Seller list. I did a worldwide book tour. Fame, money, and, oh yes, the elusive top spot on the omnipotent search engine. I was number one.
Quickly my years spent in self-imposed solitary confinement confronted me like a Philistine solider. There was no one with whom to share my joy. Former friends were now smoky shadows of people I once knew. My wife was stoic and frigid due to my lack of attention and affection. I had to celebrate though. Standing on the apex of my accomplishments, I needed someone—anyone—to join me.
I sought out other celebrities whose station in life I now inhabited. They were puppets and parrots mimicking my elation. They exclaimed their pride in me with booze and commemorated my success with cocaine. I found myself in the familiar frame of mind where weeks were lost. Rather than stories, though, it was my demise being created.
You know what happened next. You’re smart.
My wife left me.
My partying posse moved on to eradicate the soul of another freshly crowned hotshot.
I found myself alone in my murky mansion with only my book, and the needle, as company.
If you search my name now, I’m still number one. That coveted spot. “Ed Smith, revered author with bright future, found dead in his apartment due to an apparent drug overdose.”
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My only red ink is that it felt like the pacing changed toward the end. The first 2/3 or 3/4 of the story is slow, dramatic, and piercing. Then the last bit is quick and sort of stabbing. Except the very last paragraph, which I love, because it's so haunting and fits the piece perfectly.
At first I was torn with the 1st person POV reporting his own death, but overall it works for me because of how the story was laid out.
Great writing. Fantastic application of theme.
You said it so well in this story. It did move a little fast. It's hard to tell a story in so few words. Blessings, LaVonne
I think you not only told this story well, but poignantly and I was taken on Ed's roller coaster ride of excitement and depression - feeling every emotion along the way. Great job on this piece.
"trepidation-tinged agony"
"Quickly my years spent in self-imposed solitary confinement confronted me like a Philistine solider"
Nice job--powerful exhortation hidden inside a story. (Jesus did that too, you know.)