Wow, I'm sorry to hear that!
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The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
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Gus, that sucks.
Sounds like a new broom sweeping clean at Baen, Gus. But to mix my metaphors here, they could be throwing out the baby with the bathwater and regret that fact very much, later. I hope you find an alternate publisher, quickly.
Gus, you did all this without an agent, yes?
I don't know whether Tor is looking at unagented stuff, but if you're willing to wait about ten days, I can find out; I'll be in Anaheim for WorldCon and one of the things I'm supposedly doing is confabbing with Beth Meacham, and she's an editor at Tor.
If that appeals at all, can you email me a synopsis?
First: Toni Weisskopf was the signature over both the acceptance and the stop-order. I get the sense of hierarchies, here. Ms. Weisskopf may have no idea about me or my ... thing.
DG: I'll e-you the whole thing, if you like, with synopsis.
LMB has said she will go to bat for the thing, with a caveat that even a "brand" writer only has so much sway.
Gus, just the synopsis will do. If I can work that situation into the conversation, I just want to know what I'm talking about.
Just reviewed Tor's list. I am not sure of the fit. There may be too many "rivets" in my thing.
Hey, whatever. I'll send the synopsis. It is actually a pretty good story. They might bite.
LMB has said she will go to bat for the thing
Sweet!
As I took it upon myself to think of a remainder drabble challenge, here's a second one about "escape" I finished now:
I know people wonder about my interest in crime, scores big and small, people cutting their lives short to alter their brain chemistry beyond recognition, risk, pain and death. I’m a nice girl. I should want to know nice things. Safe things, sunny things. Somehow, being born and barely making it out with my life and living on the government’s tiny thread, sticky like a spider’s web, should make me believe in happily-ever-after, or at least that women with big hips who wear white after Labor Day should die. But, crime fiction or chicklit, we all need to escape the day to day, the part of us that writes the checks and buys the milk. In invented worlds we are free.