He sounds like this guy: >[link]
Good god, that post uses hock as a verb
twice.
It's blistering my eyeballs.
My sister bought me this out of nowhere. I didn't even know she knew thinkgeek was a thing. So I'm wearing it today along with these and feeling quite cross-pollinatedly geeky.
I hope his next agent is Ari.(Actually not...he can make your ass *rich*)
But I hope he acts like Ari.
"I just dropped you as a client, you short-sighted fuckface. You are HISTORY. Write me a poem about *that*
ita !, that reminds me...oops, can't say anything. D LURKS.
Someday, he'll say something. Maybe.
Another envelope has a check for a good deal more for a romance. It was one written very much to formula and she cranked it out in a short while and the publisher sent it fairly soon after she submitted the manuscript.
I think I should be aspiring to do
this.
Writing serious fiction is HARD.
NB: Altho I am seriously considering this for M for Xmas: [link]
Another envelope has a check for a good deal more for a romance. It was one written very much to formula and she cranked it out in a short while and the publisher sent it fairly soon after she submitted the manuscript.
Most romance writers are not getting big checks, though, to be clear. Not until they're hitting the Times list, etc.
Okay, Erin, that thing with the arms of the hoodie is really fucking nifty. Who the hell thought of that? They deserve a pat on the back and a brownie cupcake.
I had PopTarts for breakfast and frozen White Castle for lunch. I think I've reached a new nutritional low.
Isn't it cool!? And M LOOOVES dinos; I think it's made of win.
Writing serious fiction is HARD.
Writing is hard. For serious. The amount of privilege that dude is snorting should be fatal.