Here's what Pearson did: "About 200 pages of [his last novel in the series] were 'crowdsourced,' with Pearson’s fans reading serial chapters and outlines once a week for about six months and voting for the next direction in which the novel should move. Pearson would then take the results under consideration while writing the next chapter, which would be posted the following weekend. Several dozen people who wrote fan fiction inspired by Pearson’s novels also had paragraphs they’d written included the new book."
I'm going to do it a bit different, but if you'd like to contribute to the fourth and final "Bayou Boys Adventure" book, titled "Alien Ambush," and you have read the previous books by October 31st, 2014 you may do so. I may include your actual words (or ideas) in the book and, if I do, I will include your name as a contributor in the acknowledgements.
You may contribute at any time and there is no age restriction. By submitting you are agreeing to the use of your contribution in whole or in part without compensation; and understand there is no obligation stated or implied by the author other than as listed above.
The final book will be drafted in November of 2014 and be released in the spring of 2015.
You can get an idea where the story is going by reading the last chapter of "Playhouse Phantom" and the opening lines from the coming title as follows:
Alien
Ambush
(A Bayou Boys Adventure #4)
It’s glorious day when you finally get your driver’s license. Sure, Bart had had his for a couple months now. He was older, so, in reality we both received our right to drive at the same age—sixteen years and four months—though he’d had that ‘freedom behind the wheel’ for four months longer. Now we argued about who would provide the transportation whenever we wanted to go somewhere together. The solution? A road trip where we would share the driving responsibilities.
“So, Dad, it’s like this: Bart and I want to drive ourselves to Gram’s for Thanksgiving. His dad gave him permission to come with us; they aren’t doing anything until Saturday. Their extended family will be coming in late Friday night so they aren’t celebrating until Saturday. And you know Bart, he can easily do two Thanksgivings.”
My dad laughed, “Fo Troo, that boy knows how to put away the groceries.”
“We thought we could, maybe, like, leave on Monday, and do a bit of a road trip on the way. If that’s okay.”
“Are you willing to get ahead in your studies by then?”
“We already are. By two weeks.”
“I’m impressed. Where are you going…besides Gram’s?”
“And Reed wants to come long.”
“Oh, I see! This doesn’t have anything to do with tracking down UFO’s does it?”
“Busted.”
(A Bayou Boys Adventure #4)
It’s glorious day when you finally get your driver’s license. Sure, Bart had had his for a couple months now. He was older, so, in reality we both received our right to drive at the same age—sixteen years and four months—though he’d had that ‘freedom behind the wheel’ for four months longer. Now we argued about who would provide the transportation whenever we wanted to go somewhere together. The solution? A road trip where we would share the driving responsibilities.
“So, Dad, it’s like this: Bart and I want to drive ourselves to Gram’s for Thanksgiving. His dad gave him permission to come with us; they aren’t doing anything until Saturday. Their extended family will be coming in late Friday night so they aren’t celebrating until Saturday. And you know Bart, he can easily do two Thanksgivings.”
My dad laughed, “Fo Troo, that boy knows how to put away the groceries.”
“We thought we could, maybe, like, leave on Monday, and do a bit of a road trip on the way. If that’s okay.”
“Are you willing to get ahead in your studies by then?”
“We already are. By two weeks.”
“I’m impressed. Where are you going…besides Gram’s?”
“And Reed wants to come long.”
“Oh, I see! This doesn’t have anything to do with tracking down UFO’s does it?”
“Busted.”
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