Notes
So, if you’ve ever watched a heist movie, you’ll be familiar with the scene near the beginning that goes something like this:
Open on and seated in the conversation pit of an expensive Sixties mansion which has recently been renovated to glass-and-beige. Sara toys with a red pen. Scoot taps the ash off his cigar and flips open an Ominous File Folder with the Gibberish logo on the front, fanning the portfolio across the charmingly minimalist coffee table.
Scoot: All right, Sara, here’s our team for GWC ‘24. , science writer with a heart of gold. , technical specialist extraordinaire. , bottomless well of energy and ideas. , high-stakes man of mystery. And E.B. Howard.
Sara: Hold on. The judges picked E.B.?
Scoot: Of course. You saw her application too. She’s the one for the job, and no doubt about it.
Sara: …sure, sure. But E.B. is crazy.
((Y’all, having seen so many amazing writers applying, I never seriously thought I’d be chosen. Thank you. I intend to make the most of it and hopefully not blow anything up.))
