Laughter is the Best Medicine Blogfest

 This is a part of Laughter is the Best Medicine  Blogfest hosted by Lydia  at The Word is my Oyster and Leigh T Moore at That’s Write. The best jokes emerge when we laugh at ourselves.

My Blog Fest entry is a  conversation between my eight year old protagonist Rohit and the Tooth Fairy Catherine. Both, Rohit and Catherine  featured in  a book I had written 14 years back. The book was sent to just one publisher who fainted seeing its length. At 55,000 words it was way too big for the target readers.

Read on to know  more about what Rohit and Catherine think of me.

          ‘I feel bad that children will never hear about your  story,’ Catherine turned to Rohit.

          ‘That silly girl Rachna, really messed up my story,’ Rohit grimaced. ‘The book sucked.’

            ‘I thought  she had worked hard,’ Catherine twirled her wand.

            ‘She wrote my story in 13  days. There was no brainstorming session, no plot outline, no character chart. Rachna just cut me out from a sheet of cardboard and pasted me into the story. My character was flat and one dimensional,’ Rohit shook his head.

              ‘She was young  and silly then,’ Cathy laughed. ‘She  put  more effort while working on me, forgetting that you were the protagonist.’

             ‘Yep,’ Rohit said. ‘Her stupid book had no antagonist, there was no sign of a conflict, no tension, no plot. The book was  full of clichés, the writing style sucked, it was an inflated story about a modern day fairyland. If I had written my own story, I  am sure  it would have been published.’

                 ‘Children nowadays don’t believe in fairies  or  fairyland. Perhaps witches or vampires would have done the trick,’ Catherine said wisely. ‘Maybe, her muse was on an extended holiday when she wrote about you.’

                 ‘When I see Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, Percy Jackson, Billy Bones, I feel jealous. I could have been famous, if that girl had worked hard on me,’ Rohit grumbled. 

                 ‘ I have heard  Rachna has plans of reviving that particular project,’ Catherine whispered.

                   Rohit shivered. ‘ I don’t want to become a laughing stock in the literary world. Do me a favour,’ Rohit pleaded with Catherine ‘make her forget about me; a few spells should do the trick. Just zap her mind or whatever it’s that you fairies do. I can live with jealousy, but not with  the criticism  she is sure to get if my story ever comes out.’

Hope you enjoyed my entry. I  am looking forward to reading all  the other entries.