This is what it’s about:
Imagine you’re out there in the world, and someone decides to shrink you. Someone anonymous, or someone that loves you, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you shrink. Only you, and not your clothes. So what happens to your clothes? They remain in an utterly mysterious, yet sexy and empty pile of clothes for the police (Or the FBI, because this happens in a few states) to puzzle over.
You, my tiny/giant reader, will gather a complete set of clothes—of any gender—you might wear any day of the week, and will set it up on the floor or ground (preferable un a public place because I’m a public-place shrinker) so that it looks like the wearer just disappeared into thin air. Then you’ll take a picture of said pile (no humans in the pic, please… just the pile). The photo has to be garments you arrange yourself. They don’t have to be yours, but they do have to look like someone vanished into thin air while wearing them. It can’t be an image you found on the Internet. Yes, I’ll check.
You’ll send the pic to firstname.lastname@example.org, or you’ll send it to me via DM on Twitter if you follow me, or upload it anywhere and send me the link, or even post it as a comment to this blog entry. You’ll include a short description of the fiction you want me to write for you. What I write for you will be 1,000-???? words long, and about anything you want. Anything (no underage characters, Grape-Nuts, or platypuses). No holds barred. Go nuts. Inspire me. Challenge me.
That’s all. Get your clothes and camera, and send me something. I plan to publish every story I write, accompanied by its corresponding photo. Every sender will remain anonymous unless their wishes are otherwise specified.