Lemme tell you, when people ask me what I do for a living, and I say I'm an editor -- even though I qualify it by explaining we publish PHARMACY journals -- 75% of the people still follow that up with (and yes, they ALL say some variation of this): "Oh, that's interesting! I've got this idea for a book, and just need to find someone to read it. See, it's about these kids with wings/tap-dancing unicorns/time-travelling geckos...."
Problem #1: Let's say your idea is actually potentially interesting. You have to actually WRITE it. You need more than "an idea."
Problem #2: You "need to find someone to read it"? I think you don't understand editing.
Problem #3: Dude, tap-dancing unicorns?!?!?
And that's the point at which I nod and make my Interested Face, and then reiterate how we publish PHARMACY JOURNALS, but good luck with finding someone who publishes fiction. ("Do you know anyone who publishes fiction? I figured you might have some contacts...." Well, see, this is Cincinnati, not New York. The only other editors I know sit about 15 feet away from me. And they edit PHARMACY JOURNALS. When I'm feeling nice, I recommend getting the current copy of Writer's Market.)
Yarg.
Weird, Teppy.
Not quite as weird as the people who think I can flash the crip signal and get, say, Stephen Hawking on the phone, but weird enough.
My book's not that horrible, but I really do think the end falls apart, somehow.
Man.
Somebody stole my time-travelling geckos idea.
Somebody stole my time-travelling geckos idea.
Go with the tap-dancing unicorns.
Go with the tap-dancing unicorns.
Unicorns don't tap-dance, foolish one.
They cha-cha.
For the food and emotions challenge:
The Meal Life Cycle
The Meal Life Cycle
Day 1.”Yay, chicken. I love chicken. Why don’t we have this more? I’ve missed it.”
Day 2.” I took it for lunch and it was even better the second day.”
Day 3. “Guests...well we can give them leftover chicken...”
Day 4. “I was really hoping for take-out tonight.”
Day 7 “What was this in the covered dish? It kind of looks like chicken. Maybe the dog will eat it.”
Day 20: Nah...don’t want that again. Too heavy. Why not just bake a chicken?”
Unicorns don't tap-dance, foolish one.
They cha-cha.
You've been away from the Midwest for a long time, grasshopper. You missed the memo.
Unicorns don't tap-dance, foolish one.
I saw an Indianapolis police horse do the achy-breaky once.
Can you get cashmere wet without ruining it? Just damp, not soaking.
If you do, what happens to it?
Can you get cashmere wet without ruining it?
You do realise how long it took me to work out you're (probably) talking clothing here, right?
