Almost. There. 600 words into the second-to-last essay. I deserve a nap. Oh yes indeedy.
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The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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You deserve a nap and big, giant, multi-million dollar contract.
You deserve a nap and big, giant, multi-million dollar contract.
Damned right.
And me too! For the Kinkaids! I want one too!
As you wish.
And one for you, because you're cool.
We like million-dollar contracts, you know?
Yes, ma'am!
Got to get away from LCN for a bit, cause I read that and thought "Not if it's on you, no." Ok, so, not the whacking kind. The smallest book contract in the world would look like more money than I've ever seen, but I won't say that.
The smallest book contract in the world would look like more money than I've ever seen, but I won't say that.
Babe, if I'm dreaming, I may as well dream big.
Yo! Universe! WE WANT MILLIONS!
Million-dollar contracts for everyone!
What does it mean when an editor is fighting for my book with his acquisitions team? I don't understand what that means, really.