I'm just busy trying to construct a horrific past for myself so I can get published.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
it probably did not hurt that your agent knew some of us, right?
I gave my editor your number, did he call?
Nope. I could be a figment.
I'm just busy trying to construct a horrific past for myself so I can get published.
You were a book editor, Ginger. In STALINIST RUSSIA. And you published this book that was supposed to be a memoir, but it turned out to be total fiction. And you are the Princess Anistasia.
I'm just busy trying to construct a horrific past for myself so I can get published.
Well, when the James Frey thing broke, I was all grumbly because as a writer of historical fiction, I can't really fake a memoir. I mean, even the most credulous idiot won't believe I was alive in 1811...unless I'm the reincarnation of a Peninsular War camp follower writing a past life memoir.
Except now I'm writing an alternate history, so, uh...I'm channeling my past life spirits from an alternate universe? Think anyone will buy that?
it probably did not hurt that your agent knew some of us, right?
I'm sure it made a big difference, yes.
I realize I am being all me me me.
No, you are being all "I am sharing my unique personal knowledge of this subject we are discussing." In other words, please don't stop.
I'm just busy trying to construct a horrific past for myself so I can get published.
growth industry!! we could offer this as a service! We'll be rich!
eta: (um, if these guys can - [link] - offer SL office design services and podcast vocal coaching, we could certainly do 'life enhancement services')
My stepfather brought a gangbanger home from the crazy hospital to stay with us for...three months? But now I can't write about it because it sounds like: Yeah, right. But I swear it is completely true. Although not quite as dramatic as I just made it.
I could wildly exaggerate some of the real horrificness, but not while my mother is alive. She'd out me in a New York minute.