Oh, my god, that's incredibly funny, and so dead-on. I started wincing here:
I'm the one with the liberal-arts degree from a good private school, who opens her stories with passages from Yeats and writes about the drag-queen personae of vampires forced to pass as people.
I started wincing here:
Umm, yeah, pretty much guilty as charged here.
Dear Nestra,
My name is Mercedes and I work for Xlibris, a print-on-demand self-publishing company. If you don't mind, I wanted to take a moment to let you know how we can help you become a publishing success.
My thought process:
"April Fool's Day? Legitimate but clueless? Scam? Scam."
Oh! Dana, I just saw this on someone's LJ the other day. (Ajhalluk's, actually.) I think the determination was that it wasn't quite a scam. But... not promising, in any event.
Huh. I got that this morning, too, Dana.
Not quite a scam in the sense that it's legal, but still way on the eyebrow-raising side.
Oh, my God, I loved that teevee.org piece. You have to read the whole site -- it's almost all that good, especially if you're a regular Salon reader.
Congrats, 'Suela. I'll read it as soon as I can.
Does anyone remember a fic or a drabble that illustrated parallels between Wes and Connor? I have a friend that's looking for it and she can't remember the title or the author. It doesn't sound familiar to me, but it does sound like something I'd love to read.
So. Is it a bad sign when you get your ficathon assignment, and the description of what your recipient wants makes you want to hork repeatedly?