Hi Angela,
What do you do with difficult editors? I just ran into two situations with two different editors that have set my teeth on edge. It’s one of these situations where their procrastination becomes my problem. Essentially, I messed up by agreeing to do an article with a very short deadline, but I did let the editor know that I was concerned about my interviewees not cooperating with me in such a short time period.
A few years ago, I knew I would never, ever write a book. I’d written short stories, a few plays, even a screenplay or two, but a book? A book was two-hundred (plus!) pages. A book had characters doing God-knows-what, chapter after chapter, and staying interesting at the same time. A book had the interweaving of types and archetypes with subplots and symbols and…
Preposterous.
It’s finally warming up a bit in Maine. The thermometer actually got above freezing last week and it was over 50 today! Some of the snow is melting, but there’s a ton of it so it’ll take awhile.
As WritersWeekly.com Whispers and Warnings becomes more well-known in the industry, there is a growing list of writers who I just can’t and/or won’t help.
Part 2 of 2
Last week, we looked at the insulting rates writers are often paid by electronic writing publications.
Angela,
I have been reading your newsletter on and off now for ages now and I’m always amazed at your fluid personal style, but this was absolutely the cutest thing so far…”As her emails came faster and with more anger, she stopped using any capital letters at all. Can you imagine how embarrassed she would be if I published her emails?”
Several years ago, I had completed my first novel, Red River Fever. Discouraged from having wasted a year with an editing/agent scam, I didn’t know what to do with my novel. I knew it was a good novel, and wanted to get it into print so I could move on to other books I wanted to write. My best writing friend, who had read my novel, recommended that I take a look at Booklocker.com, and consider using them.
We’re all feeling much better. It looks like Richard escaped the bug, even after kissing me while I was feverish. Zach spent three days in bed. He had it worst of all.
Letters will return next week.
