Thursday, November 6, 2008

Mission: Write Me This Book

Which you should read while humming "Secret Agent Man" to yourself.

Welcome to this week's Thursday News of the Absurd Will Someone Please Write This Book Inspirational Moment (TNoftheAWSPWTBIM).

From Reuters:

Official fined for leaving secret files on train

senior civil servant who left secret intelligence files relating to Iraq and al Qaeda on a train was fined 2,500 pounds on Tuesday.

Apparently, 37 year-old Richard Jackson* claims to have "inadvertently" taken home two files and "mislaid" them on the train from London Waterloo to Surrey.

In other news, Richard Jackson has a bridge to sell us.

I mean come ON. One of the files was labeled "Top Secret." They were found when they were sent to the BBC. And we're supposed to believe there's no other story here.

There is another story here and you are going to write it.

First, you're the kids who get onto a train from London Waterloo to Surrey and find the files. You've intercepted a drop, the final delivery of information after weeks of espionage between Richard Jackson and Insert Country Here. Now, you're caught in the middle and you're not sure your own countrymen are the good guys.

I want action action action, but it needs more. Why should we care? Maybe Richard Jackson is your uncle, or your father, and you have to choose between not wanting to destroy him and doing the right thing. Plus, your family is broke and could really use the money one side is offering for the information, if you can trust them. Oh! The files contain information about something that's going to happen, something big, that you have to try to stop. But you're no hero. You're just trying to stay invisible long enough to pass fifth grade and to live down the embarrassment of having to be carted out of the fifth grade sex ed movie because you gasped and choked on your chewing gum.

Oh, and you hate the other kid who found the files with you. You were only on the train together because you're mother insisted you be nice to him because he's new. But he's younger and louder and maybe you don't trust him, don't like him. And he's got an impossibly annoying habit of leaning forward and poking your chest when he makes a point. Not a kid you'd ever hang out with in real life, but now you're irrevocably linked to and reliant on one another.

I want Mission: Impossible but with a reluctant ten year-old Tom Cruise and Superfudge as a side kick.

And the title is, um, up to you. Some spy novel pun on trains and files.

Who will write me this book?

* Presumably not MY Richard Jackson, the amazing editor formerly at Atheneum who discovered yours truly and published The New Girl...And Me.


C.R. Evers said...

This is another one that it sounds like you should write. You've already got a great start. Maybe you should include this in your NaNo writing. ;0)


Brianna Caplan Sayres said...

This sounds like an awesome story! I would love to read it! (I wish I could write it, but adventure isn't my thing.)

Hope you write it! :o)

Kelly said...

This is too good!

Spy Kids 4 :0)

or instead of the X Files, the ABC Files....

Poseur Express?

Angela said...

Yep, I think you've got a great idea brewing here!

J. Thorp said...

Yes, indeed, J -- great idea; go with it!

Jacqui said...

Okay, people. This is not the Thursday Encourage Me to Write This Book Inspirational Moment. YOU are supposed to write ME the book.

Stop shirking your duties.


Kelly, Spy Kids 4 made me snort.

Amber Lough said...

In Iraq we called the large pocket on the thighs of our pants our "portable SCIF." (SCIF=place for secret info, usually hardened and secured, not made of cotton.)

Of course, we weren't exactly riding trains but walking as fast as we could in 120 deg heat to the next building where we would be briefing.

I love this idea for a book, by the way. Awesome.

Jacqui said...

Amber, that does it; YOU have to write it, okay?

I love the portable SCIF bit.