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THE ADVENTURE CREW: Master, The Nomad, Sweet Bird of Freedom (aka Freeta Roam), Pixie & Pod, Miss Cycle, Ivan the writing muse, Jude, and the brains of the crew--Croc. DOUBLE-CLICK ON ANY PHOTO TO ENLARGEWednesday, June 02, 2004
WEDNESDAY—Housesitting last night, a noise like a door closing woke me. I lay (or is it lie?) in bed listening and finally decided:
#1—if someone had broken in the alarm would have gone off
#2—if someone was in the house, they couldn’t stay quiet for that long
#3—it was just the house making noise
Went back to sleep and had a nightmare in the form of yet another rejection letter for the book I’m currently writing—Midnight Blues.
Dear Ms. Mayne/Writer/Contributor/Major Loser/Fool (who calls herself a writer):
We are returning your manuscript because it does not meet our editorial needs at this time. We are sorry that we cannot use the enclosed material. We cannot accept your submission for publication. The market at this time is not amenable to your type of novel.
Your characters have no depth and are not believable. Your dialogue is stilted and has nothing to do with furthering the plot or developing the characters. Your plot is weak, goes nowhere and lacks tension. What exactly is your POV?
This is in no way a reflection on the literary value of your work. We wish you the best of luck in placing your manuscript elsewhere.
Sincerely,
The Rejection Committee
Is it any wonder writers are paranoid, compulsive, unable to deal with reality, lack social skills, turn to drinking and drugs, are solitary and in general are certifiably crazy (Ben will attest to this last one)?
Chinese Fortune Cookie advice I got many years ago: If you haven’t been rejected at least twice this week, you aren’t trying hard enough.
Even in my sleep, it’s back to pounding the keys.
#1—if someone had broken in the alarm would have gone off
#2—if someone was in the house, they couldn’t stay quiet for that long
#3—it was just the house making noise
Went back to sleep and had a nightmare in the form of yet another rejection letter for the book I’m currently writing—Midnight Blues.
Dear Ms. Mayne/Writer/Contributor/Major Loser/Fool (who calls herself a writer):
We are returning your manuscript because it does not meet our editorial needs at this time. We are sorry that we cannot use the enclosed material. We cannot accept your submission for publication. The market at this time is not amenable to your type of novel.
Your characters have no depth and are not believable. Your dialogue is stilted and has nothing to do with furthering the plot or developing the characters. Your plot is weak, goes nowhere and lacks tension. What exactly is your POV?
This is in no way a reflection on the literary value of your work. We wish you the best of luck in placing your manuscript elsewhere.
Sincerely,
The Rejection Committee
Is it any wonder writers are paranoid, compulsive, unable to deal with reality, lack social skills, turn to drinking and drugs, are solitary and in general are certifiably crazy (Ben will attest to this last one)?
Chinese Fortune Cookie advice I got many years ago: If you haven’t been rejected at least twice this week, you aren’t trying hard enough.
Even in my sleep, it’s back to pounding the keys.
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