I'm not sure there are any irredeemable mistakes in writing, unless it's the sort of mistake that makes the NY Times. The main market is the hundreds of mid-size publications, and I don't have any sense that the editors of these talk to each other, much less sit around gossiping about authors. If they do get together, these days they'll be talking about budgets.
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Actually, we do sit around gossiping about writers. But the only ways to be, like, blacklisted are to be incredibly rude to your editor, to talk shit about one publication to another, to say horrible things about an editor or publication on your blog or to lie.
Oops. Maybe I've been gossiped about, then. I've never commited any of those sins, though.
I'm twitchy. Anxious. Not sure why. Don't really want to go anywhere.....just.....feeling weird.
MARIA - I want to marry your dress after Rio divorces it.
Aims, whyfor the twitchy feeling?
You can marry the dress, but don't blame me if it asks for a prenup.
Not sure. I think I want to redecorate, but don't know what I want. Feeling restless......cramped. I don't like anything on me. Poor puppy thinks I hate him.
Feeling restless......cramped.
If the weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow (duh, it's LA), maybe you can take Emeline and head to the park. Wide open spaces, fresh air, and sunshine therapy.
But the only ways to be, like, blacklisted are to be incredibly rude to your editor, to talk shit about one publication to another, to say horrible things about an editor or publication on your blog or to lie.
Not planning to do any of those. Nor am I planning to chase an editor or agent into the bathroom at a writers conference and hand my manuscript under her stall door, nor find out which hotel room she's in and stuff my ms under her door, page by page.
All of which either happens with appalling frequency or has happened once and gets retold over and over as the great urban legends of the conference circuit.
Susan, you mean to tell me that some people know no bounds? I'm shocked, I tell ya. Shocked.