Does that make sense?
It does. And it's better taking it from that angle. I opened the story last night and had to close it and go to bed, as it was giving me a stomach ache. I really needed to sleep on it. I know it sounds terribly dramatic, but the story is truly bugging me as a piece of navel-gazey bullshit. I'd much rather post the anonymous posts and answer each of them as a piece.
Most people don't give a crap about my "connections," whatever they are. I'm fascinated by people who do give a crap, and are angry about it. I'm fascinated because I have a clear idea of the differences between friend and fan, and where those things overlap. It's interesting that the responses assume you can't be both things, a fan of someone's work, and a friend of the someone.
Curious boundaries. It's something I can run with.
Curious boundaries. It's something I can run with.
And there you go. Can I beta when it's done, please?
You make me feel less like a needy pain in the ass, deb. Thank you.
You make me feel less like a needy pain in the ass, deb.
Um - Allyson? You want to see a dictionary description of "needy pain in the ass", try me sending out chapter sections of the Kinkaid Chronicles to the thirty or so people on my active WIP list, begging for feedback.
You are not being a needy pain in the ass. You're being a writer. The need for feedback and input, that's a humongous part of what we do.
Unless you're someone like Anne Rice, in which case you just write crap, refuse to let anyone touch it, and take out ads in "Variety".
Well, she has taken out an ad in Variety--or helped to do one.
...just not for herself or her own stuff. I'd like to beta, too, Allyson, if you think I'd be of any help.
Heh. But not to bitch at the publishing power that be for daring to want to edit her perfect work.
Sorry. Anne Rice makes me want to grab some semi-automatic ordinance and wander up into a clock tower somewhere. And Allyson can write rings around Anne Rice.
All of us can.
To get West Baltimore about it, Anne Rice is a punkassed bitch. She ain't shit.
But she could buy and sell us...no, I'm not bitter.
Kind of picturing us typing in a dark alley, while I say stuff like "Where's your publicist now? I don't see her here. Just you and me."
I thought Rice's early books weren't bad, but she's definitely one of those writers that fame and adulation affected badly.
Thanks... A little too much inner-city fiction lately, but still like the thought of GWW as my crew and taking her pretentious ass down.
But it's not really Rice that cured me of thinking if a lot of people like something there must be something in it as Dan Brown. God, that junk is awful. Especially the dialogue that is written as if he spent ten years in a cave far removed from human speech, which I notice because I'm good at it. And the completely not-sexy love scenes.
He should be my little lap dog, bringing soda and cannoli, but I'm still a broke newbie.
