-t, I'm useless on children's stuff, alas. I can't tell good from bad or saleable from non-saleable; it's a foreign language to me, alas.
Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Thanks, Nicole, insent. It's in Word, let me know if some other format is better.
That's too bad, Deb. For me, I mean, I would have loved to benefit from your insight.
-t, I just wish I had some kind of handle on it. I don't, though. Fact is, I suck at differentiating.
Word is perfect, -t. I'll read it when I get home later tonight.
-t, what kind of story is it? Picture book? Chapter book for learning-to-readers? I'd love to look at it, but I'm more about young adult stuff than anything else (at least writing-wise).
Then again, I know what I like when I read to my kids. If you want to send it to my profile address, I can try to take a look this weekend.
Insent, AmyLiz.
It's a picture book, though I am not and do not have an illustrator. I see it as along the lines of The Quiltmakers Giftfor audience, if that adds any information.
Oh, and it's full on fairy tale, starts with "Once upon a time", ends with "happily ever after", the whole nine yards.
Oooh, it sounds delicious! I just got your email, so I will try to read it tonight after various domestic dramas have been quelled. (And certain picture-book-reading children are in bed.)
Also? Unless you're an illustrator who writes her own text, usually (from what I know of children's publishing), a publisher sets up writers and artists based on what they think will work. So need to worry about that.
a publisher sets up writers and artists based on what they think will work. So need to worry about that.
That's what I had heard, but it's always good to get that information reinforced.
Calling a Spade a Fucking Shovel (100 words)
This is it, now. No more Marshall Plan; we have Halliburton now. No more sponsorship of the United Nations; they're antique and quaint, don't you know? No more benevolent shepherding of the flock of nations through the arduous process of 'civilisation.' No more White Man's Burden. The mask has slipped, the disguise is askew; our government's naked disdain for others' opinions, others' rights, others' beliefs, is right there for everyone to see.
Let's at least have the decency to tear away the rest of the disguise and call it by its name: This is despotism. Where is our Thomas Jefferson?
Where is our Thomas Jefferson?
Spinning in his grave, love. Spinning in his grave.