Automatic Transmission

So here I am in my hotel room, waiting for the registration desk to open. This evening I have a pitch-craft class. Getting those elevator pitches shined up to gleaming!

Whatever I do I must not sound like I’m trying to sell a used car.

“This here novel is a beauty. She’s only got fifty-five thousand words, but she’s a go-er. Full warrantee covering everything except those pages. They’re not covered. Too combustible you see. Too sporty? Something more substantial? Well, I got this one. Four wheel drive and ninety-seven thousand words. Look at the paint job.”

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