Something when drafting stories, my own story has been starting to think to myself, “Nah, that might be a bit much,” but then reality says, “Hold my beer.”
An example of the latter appeared in the New York Post, which reported that Olivia Nuzzi (a journalist with New York Magazine) was sending unsolicited naughty pics and vids to RFK Jr.
I have one short story drafted last year about a journalist. Adele wants to land an interview with Dylan, a successful businessman. He refuses based on the principle of not dealing with ‘dirty dirty smear merchants,’ borrowing Sargon’s phrase. Despite his refusal, she persists. Eventually her stalking leads her to confront him in his home.
Trapped in his own home, he explains the issue to her as a trade. An interview with him is valuable to her, but she had nothing to offer that is a value to him. She goes through the benefits that many people would find from media attention, but he declares none of those are valuable to him.
Eventually, as he tells her to leave, she offers the good-good in trade for an interview. Bachelor Dylan refuses as random strange isn’t a value to him either.
The really over the top for me was a final scene in which Dylan came to Adele’s apartment to apologize for rejecting her and to get it on. Yet that scene was only her dream; when she woke, the twist is that the dream exposed a lie she told earlier in the story as a demonstration of news media deceitfulness.
Jaycee Woods 
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