Here's a story I wrote. *Obviously* this story is fictional as no self-respecting company nor individuals would ever be this unprofessional. Things are good in the world and this is just a story. Pure fiction. But beware - it could happen. This is a story of tragedy, wasted time, and (mostly) comedy. Oh, and I'm not a very good writer and I typically take story cues from real life. Since this is fabricated I just know it'll be something I need to work on. Please be gentle if you review this. Thanks!
The story opens at an east coast comic book convention. Our tired and traveled artist, E, sits at his post, confounded by the amount of people still interested at the non-existent skills of the buffoon sitting two seats to his right. Little does he know that fate conspires to waste several days of his life working on a cover image that will never come to use. Fate's agents step to him then, as the curtains open:
WRITER X: Hey, E! My name is Writer X - you and I have spoken in the past and I love your work, man. This is my associate, Publisher Y - he's with Intelligence Deficit Workshop and we'd like to talk to you about doing a cover for our upcoming series. I think you're familiar with it: 'Final Frontier'? It's licensed to them by Studio Universus? It's been around since forever; A captain, an alien, and a doctor?
E: Oh hey, Writer X! Nice to see you again! And yeah, man, I'm familiar with it! And I'd be honored to do it - thanks for asking me. But...you're sure you want to use me? I mean, you've seen my work, yeah? I don't draw likenesses very well.
Publisher Y now steps forward, hand extended for a shake and an introduction;
PUBLISHER Y: Hello, E. I'm Publisher Y. Writer X has told me a ton about you - and yes, we know your work. We have an idea of what you do and what you bring to the table. And we'd love for you to do our cover. We'll set up the details within the next couple of weeks, but we just wanted to be sure you were willing to do it?
E: Absolutely, Publisher Y! Again, thanks for asking me. Okay, talk to my Agent, F - and we can go from there.
Weeks pass. Our artist is now on the opposite coast. He meets with Writer X once more at another venue where he's assured things are moving along, that Agent F has had conversations with them and Intelligence Deficit Workshop. Agent F has also been assured that the artist's style and approach on likenesses of the licensed characters of Studio Universus would NOT be an issue. We fast forward another week from then. Now under the yoke of a solicitation deadline, semi-frantic e-mails are exchanged, schedules are defined and dates are set. Let it be known that Writer X bends over backwards, above and beyond what's to be expected by most, in order to facilitate meeting the solicitation deadline.
We open to a new scene where the artist finishes the roughs for the image for Writer X and Publisher Y (at this point Publisher Y is the deciding factor in all of this, but he has been lax in his communications to both the artist and Agent F - both still operating under the assumption that Studio Universus would not have any issues over the artist's interpretation of their property).
The artist sends in the rough image to both Writer X and Publisher Y for their notes and (more importantly) for final notes from Studio Universus. The curtains open:
WRITER X (via e-mail): Looks cool to me. Should we send it to Intelligence Deficit Workshop with the note about tech-ing up the helix? Thanks, E.
Another day passes. the deadlines loom even closer now. Then finally:
PUBLISHER Y (via e-mail): E - Writer X sent me the pencils for the cover--I love it. I'd say roll with it. I gotta get it into the (Ppp)views ad by next Wednesday. Doable? -Publisher Y.
The artist agrees (tight deadlines and all) and promises the delivery of the inks and colors by the promised day - Wednesday. All seems well. Then... it all spirals downward. Agent F calls the artist on Tuesday afternoon, the day before the deadline and harbingers the news. The curtains open:
Agent F: E, stop coloring the cover. I just got a call from Writer X, who just got off the phone with Publisher Y of Intelligence Deficit Workshop. He just got word back from Studio Universus. They have issues about you not drawing the likenesses of their licensed characters exactly as they are!
E: What?! Did we or did we not, at the very beginning of this drama and comedy, ask these people about that exact same motherF*CKING issue?! Didn't we say, 'You don't have a problem with me not drawing these characters exactly as they appear?'
Agent F: We did. They concurred and gave you the green light. Now they're backing out. What's worse is that because they're not going to use it they feel like they're not obligated to pay for the work you've done thus far.
E: WHAT!?! WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE AT INTELLIGENCE DEFICIT WORKSHOP!?! WHERE'S THE PROFESSIONALITY IN THAT!?! WHY ARE THEY WASTING MY MOTHERF*CKING TIME!?! WHO ARE THESE GOONS!?!
Agent F: I know...I know...
The story ends with Agent F and the artist vowing to never again do work for villains and hoods who look like men but whose eyes are slits and tongues are forked like snakes. Curtains close. The End.