Your Sins Will Singe Your Soul
Erect Pipedreams
Premise of a book or show I might write next.
It’s full title is, “Your Sins Will Singe Your Soul; Your flames will burn your empire of lies.”
The Bridge: A Good Marriage by Stephen King meets the Literary Casting Couch.
A young Literary Agents Assistant, named Jack Schwimmer, is fed-up of being nice, he isn’t progressing in the way he wants to. He was a good kid, religious and thoughtful, but he believed he was virtuoso, he didn’t see himself like others did, he wanted more. He was never the popular kid, never gained attention from the girls in his class. He had a crush on Sindy Lou Appleby. But Sindy hardly knew that he existed.
Growing up, he envisaged being famous, he wanted more attention. He’d sit on his bed and dream of being a famous spy, drinking martinis like James Bond, or sipping Rusty Nails singing on stage in a tuxedo like Frank Sinatra. Sometimes his fantasies involved Sindy Lou. Other times they involved young women from the Nutty Cream Jam magazines, which he hid from his overbearing mother. Jacky loved those magazines and their racy stories. He’d imagine himself to be the lucky guy in those stories, he’d take his erect pipedreams to the shower with him. He showered many times a day. Until an auto-erotic accident resulted in blood… and Jacky kind of liked it.
Jacky had values, but they were skin thin. Under his suit of niceties, something far sinister was brewing, something quite rotten. It was never enough, he always wanted more, he was greedy and callus, he was hungry for pages.
The book begins as an older Jacky has sold his empire to a global talent company, and he’s almost ready to retire, without being caught. He is smug about his crimes, careless and complacent, he always gets away with them, right? Jacky is recounting a story of a little white lie he told to publishers to sell a book and to be promoted to a literary agent, way back when he was that young Literary Agents Assistant. This is harmless, right?
Then Jacky is ousted 3 decades later for the same cheating and lying behaviours. Now you’ve got to wonder how prevalent has his deceitfulness been and how many victims are there? Now that little white lie doesn’t seem so innocent, and the writers and assistants he keeps around him seem to fit a pattern.
But he’s now a rich and powerful CEO of a literary empire, called Broken Dreams and Spilt Ink. He can do what he wants and stamp on any aspiring writers, its his domain, he’s the CEO, he’s privilege, his right to take, who cares right?
Well his wife does. Now his wife is re-questioning his quirks, his tell-tail comments, his trips away, his seemingly innocent pictures and relationships, as he jets around the world with his pet-writers and assistants, young women and impressionable young gay men. And what’s with that pet-writer, who was writing romcoms, but now she’s writing whatever synopses cross Jacky’s desk, as she lays across Jacky’s desk. Now it seems so Freudian, so sinister, so obvious.
And when things begin to settle after the Copyright infringement cases, a private eye comes knocking. And she cares, she cares a lot, because she was once one of those young assistants, believing that she would climb the ladder. She has a lot to say, and she will be heard! She will turn whole industries upside down to get her story told. And this story is far darker and more disturbing than meets the eye.
M.W. Wolf Ltd.
