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The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
wow...fur in new places.
dies and is DED
deb, I just read that whole rollercoaster ride in one swoop and I'm exhausted! I'm glad everything is working out. Writing is scary!
erika, I enjoyed that essay. I always enjoy your work.
Oh good! One of us has to make Kate some money. I'm going to die of waiting for the editor to get back to me and tell me everything is all wrong.
One of us has to make Kate some money.
Here's looking at you, kid.
I'm going to die of waiting for the editor to get back to me and tell me everything is all wrong.
Not going to happen. Those last two essays were phenomenal - there's something about the mixture of rarified exhaustion and passion for the topic that sings. It happens occasionally for me, but not nearly enough. It did happen with "Truth, in the Middle", and manoman, am I pleased with that.
"But I also spotted my personal diagnostic of an unhappy office: a big yellow poster telling me I didn't have to be crazy to work here, but it helped. "
So freaking true.
Kick-ass essay, erika. I've been fingerprinted I don't know how many times, and it always makes me feel like that.
I'm going to die of waiting for the editor to get back to me and tell me everything is all wrong.
Oh stop that. You're a marvelously talented writer. You really are, you know.
... besides, there's no possible way you can be suffering from an attack of insecurity about your writing, because I have ALL of that insecurity in my possession, right now. ALL of it.
(Why yes, I need to finish my sample chapters by next week. Excuse me while I panic and flail.)
Nah. I have some of the insecurity Jilli. A sustainability expert contracted to a publishing house is checking my book for validity RIGHT NOW. And I sent this out confident that I got every detail right. Guess how much of that confidence is left right now while I'm waiting for the verdict.
This little freak out goes to negative 11?
Guess how much of that confidence is left right now while I'm waiting for the verdict.
Oh fine, then. You can have the insecurity about fact-checking. The insecurities about, oh, being able to put together a coherent and entertaining sentence? All with me right now.