I'm waaaaaaay too naive, right?

No, not really-- I mean, I've heard more than once that I'm "that author." The one who needs just ONE editor to believe in her, to love the material unreservedly and then, Things Will Happen.

It might be a good opportunity for me, if there are editors out there who see the current situation as an opportunity to break some new things out of the pack.

Or it might be that editors retreat into cocoons of safety, going with more and more of the tried and true, offering the comforting reads that they feel the reading public wants.

It's all a crap shoot.

Whee-- what a fun industry I'm in.

I mean, I've heard more than once that I'm "that author." The one who needs just ONE editor to believe in her, to love the material unreservedly and then, Things Will Happen.

Somehow, that sounds like the most frustrating part.

I am working for a bunch of optimists. This is a problem.

But has the theme of the day changed?

(I ask, optimistically)

You know what, Barb?

That sounds a bit like the Pandora box's paradox my lecturer in the Class I Hate Most Because I Can't Understand The Freaking Point Of It, mythological origins of art talked about yesterday: if all things in Pandora's box were bad, how come hope was there? And if hope is a bad thing, how come it stays in the box?

I nearly wanted to scream the "dude, things aren't black and white!", until one student came up with the idea that hope is a good thing, but the punishment for the mankind is that it stays in the box, and that's the bad thing. But all my lecturer wanted to know if it's good or bad: the man has no freaking sight of layers in any situation.

No wonder I get so frustrated in those classes. And that's after the Aphrodite's birth story, AKA Huge Flying Penis story.

They gave me naan instead of roti again. Fuckers.

Theme has not changed. It's just accompanied by sad laughter.

They gave me naan instead of roti again. Fuckers.

Send any unloved naan to me. There is no bad naan. And garlic naan will rule the universe.

No wonder I get so frustrated in those classes. And that's after the Aphrodite's birth story, AKA Huge Flying Penis story.

BWAH-- but you have such a lovely way of conveying your aggravation.

But yeah, I think your analogy is fairly apt. There's always the book that breaks out-- the one that defies expectations or that gets noticed in unusual ways. It's that sort of hope that gives the glimmer of hope and lets you slog through the crap.

Although the crap can oftentimes feel overwhelming.

ION, fifty strange buildings.

Very cool, though I think putting casinos in there (or anything in Vegas, really) is cheating in some way.

Shir, your prof for Mythological Origins of Art can't comprehend shades of grey/layers? Why the fuck is he teaching it? Origins of art are rarely clear-cut.