Liz, whoooeeee. If I have to do more than the first 55 pages? They get smacked with bigtime fees.
Anne, got it, and it opened fine. Cookies have been offered.
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Liz, whoooeeee. If I have to do more than the first 55 pages? They get smacked with bigtime fees.
Anne, got it, and it opened fine. Cookies have been offered.
Cookies will be gratefully accepted. I've heard wonderful things about your cookies.
I will be doing original writing this weekend. Alas, it is for work, and won't be all that fun.
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Herring rollmops?
(I suppose I could clean the hardwood floors with fish...)
Hee! Herring rollmops (I was actually asked to do them for a party for a Dutch couple, as hors d'ouvres, are rolled-up herring fillets on sticks. They're smoked fish with a dipping sauce and they're intensely labour-intensive.
I have to start these edits. I don't want to right now, damnit.
Oh dear.
I am halfway through the edits and commentary. My comments are now at six typewritten pages and they're getting progressively crankier.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear dear dear.
For every line of show, there are fifty of tell.
Shoot me now...
Is there anything nice to be said about it at all?
Well - they're very nice people.
That's, well, yes.
That's all I got.
(banging head against monitor)
Ouch. On both counts.
Hope you're going with the chapter-by-chapter tutoring and hopefully they'll start to realize what they need to do on their own plan. Cause ultimately, it's their story and not yours so you shouldn't bleed yourself dry over it.
And hey, less-than-perfect manuscripts get published all the time.
Ms H, that's recisely what I'm doing - they've already been told, anything more than this and we're in the ghosting range, and ghosting is $4-$5K, except that I. Don't. Wanna.
This isn't less than perfect; it's not publishable. It reads like a cross between a series of gossip sheet press releases and someone's idea for a movie of the week teleplay treatment.
Oh well. Off to Woodside, to have dinner with a real writer, damnit. Not to mention a real editor; Deb B was Editor In Chief of Orion Press and maybe she can tell me how to cope with this junk.
Maybe you can point them toward an online crit group?
That's all I got. I'm off to dinner too.