Why couldn't she finish it?

It seems to have lost the attention of most of my intimates about page 200, Connie. But when I asked her why, she thought I was pissed(or maybe she's just not used to taking written things apart, and felt she didn't have the words to explain.) I even tried "Pretend you bought this and I didn't write it," but it didn't really help. I have a bunch of great characters looking for a plot was my opinion, when I read it back last.

You know, I wish my on-line Comp course wasn't preloaded, because having my students transform epubbed romance paragraphs into correct grammatical constructions would be a lot more entertaining than sentences about Socrates and Thrasymachus.

"The dripping wetness" is the subject; dripping modifies wetness. It's a descriptor.

"Her cavern that was honeyed was being explored by the sword of man which belonged To Dragan." Watch typos, please, and put this into ACTIVE voice. What is the subject? The man-sword. To whom did it belong? What is Dragan's man-sword doing?

Wow, the editorial services at iUniverse are kinda pricey. Reckon fixin' up the MS is a service to humanity in all too many cases. I shudder to think of what ends up in the "jokes" pile back at the office over there.

Wren accidentally lost her virginity when she left it on a bus headed for Tucson. It eventually found its way back home, but ever after it was infested with a tawdry romance novel sensibility that horrified her.

I shudder to think of what ends up in the "jokes" pile back at the office over there.

There are none, is the thing. Authors can go with whatever range of services they can afford, and the book still ends up being printed.

There are a lot of reasons working there was really hard. The staff is great; the manuscripts often made me tear my hair out.

I'm sad to hear you don't have a Pile of Shame collection for mocking and jeering. When I worked for a quick print chain, we had a collection of worst things customers ever gave us, and we even filed them in case we needed to be cheered up and feel superior to the customers for awhile.

My favorite document came to us as a resume. The guy stated that he'd spent the last few years hiking the mountains of Santa Cruz and smokin' God's ganja. We were pretty sure he'd have had trouble transitioning to the 9-5 grind in a manner that would have benefited us, so alas. No interview for Weed Man. But his resume lived on anyway.

I have achieved a book acquisition goal by finally buying The Great Book of Amber, which is all of the Amber novels in one place. Ten books. Maybe now I can keep track of all the politics. God, how I miss new books by Zelazny.

Oh. Man. That's going on my wish list.

I get paid on Friday (for the first time since October); my priorities are bills, then a haircut, and then I am going to buy a new damn book. Maybe in HARDBACK.

But first, I have go look and see what I've missed that I would love to sit down and read for an afternoon. I am so excited.

Ah, the new Kim Harrison. I'ma go for that. Or maybe I'll see if it, and the new Anne Bishop, are at the library.

Yay!