It sounds like something Tums might fix, but it’s really
a popular topic for movies and books. How long can it be
before there’s a ride in some theme park where grubby,
goggled survivors with sawed-off shotguns charge
terrified patrons who barely escape. Then, laughing
and relieved, emerge into a recognizable world of fresh
air and lemonade and uniformed employees pointing
to other attractions. The Tunnel of Love, for example,
with its swan boats. And the corresponding Tunnel
of Hate with its disorderly lines and cruel attendants
shouting, “Shut up! Shut up and sit down if you know
what’s good for you!”
Give me an angst-ridden vole anytime!
Vole: Shut up! Shut up and sit down if you know what's good for you!
*random hawk comes over and eats it up*
So if lovers ride on swans, what do haters ride on?
Hmmm. Trying to think. Was there an editor at SCBWI in LA who didn't want acquire a dystopian novel?