Sure, Deb, Americans are supposed to use one fork at dinner and have bad grammar. :) I liked the Darla, and it creeped me out too. Who better than Klinger to act out an mpreg.(I just don't get that whole thing, I gotta tell you.)
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Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
I thought it was lovely, Deb.
(.... But use "lie", and I'll love it even more.)
I did make it "lie".
erika, those were AMERICAN editors, not UK editors. They screamed at me for it; I stetted "lie" they called me and howled. NOT UK copy editors being snobby; genuine US copy editors being insane. But their bosses wrote the cheques.
Yet another tiny reason I stopped writing for nine years....
I wanna see Klinger having an hysterical pregnancy, damnit.
Ugh, deb. I hope it's some consolation that around these parts you've got an audience that knows "lie" is the only right answer?
Yes, thank you. It's taken me years to get past some of the nonsense that was American publishing in that era.
Yes, thank you. It's taken me years to get past some of the nonsense that was American publishing in that era.
As opposed to the nonsense that is American publishing in this era? (:
Heh. Victor, so far this time around, I'm in the catbird seat, and I want to stay there. My editor's a legend and she loves me. Fingers, sooooo crossed, I'm surprised you can't hear tendons snapping.
Last time around, the Big Ole Masculine Kingpin of Publishing (and I am not naming names) helped himself to the sequel to Fire Queen and decided it needed "some good rapes. Readers like good rapes. Problem with women writers, they're afraid of sex and violence together."
(this, to a natural cross between an amazon and dom, right, brilliant....)
I want to come up with some witty condemnation of that editor Deb, but my mind got stuck on "But that's just wrong. And gross. And wrong." so that's what I'm going with.
I'm in the catbird seat, and I want to stay there. My editor's a legend and she loves me. Fingers, sooooo crossed, I'm surprised you can't hear tendons snapping.
Woo and hoo! My manuscript (already published columns and essays, so no big whoop) is gathering dust while I'm preoccupied trying to launch a magazine. Blech.
Perkins, same editor told me that they wouldn't look at people like Hemingway and du Maurier today ( that being 1991 or thereabouts); too hard to (get this) "niche-market" them.
I destroyed the sequel rather than let them have it, put the book I was working on (it happened to be Weaver) in a drawer, and walked away for nine years.