I met Elaine Ash on Twitter a couple of months ago. She invited me to do a guest blog on her blog, Ashedit. At that time, the post on her blog was, "I, Crappy Writer" and I mistook it to be the title of her blog. It kind of depressed me, yet still, being invited to write on a blog of that title must mean something, right? If one must be a crappy writer, one can at least be a great crappy writer.
Elaine assured me that was only the name of the post that day, and that her blog is a respected blog. She also mentioned she is a professional editor. While I may have been tempted to offer her a guest post on "I, Crappy Writer," I was not willing to submit a post on a nice, professional editor's blog.
I mean, really.
But Elaine is persistent, confident, and does not take "no" for an answer. All the things you'd want in a professional editor.
Melanie, I really enjoyed working with you. Even though you LOVE to hide behind the "crappy writer" smokescreen, you are anything but crappy. No, Melanie, you fail miserably at being crappy. I bet your novel is a scream, because you are, at heart, a very funny gal. Thanks a bunch for the guest post. What's next?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elaine. It was fun, like when you ski down the face of Heavenly Valley completely out of control, you hit ice, plow over the edge into an avalanche out-of-bounds area, your ski hits you in the back of the head, leaving a red spotch in the snow, you drag yourself back up to the ski area and finally make it down to the bottom alive.
ReplyDeleteNo. I am not leaving you in my will.
ReplyDeletePerry,
DeleteSo there goes any hope of eventually having any servants.
Hi, I came across you on Twitter. Historical writer here too.
ReplyDeleteI love this post. I can relate sometimes. What matters most, though, is you get your thoughts and your stories out there.
T.S. Tran,
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'm trying to get my stories out there, but not my thoughts. One must think in order to have thoughts to share. After mowing for the last two hours, I just want to veg.
Dear, I bestow upon thee, my just and worthy liege, ALL of my thots, all of my desires, and all of my hopes and dreams in our blogs. Actually, because I saw Heaven, Heaven’s a super-sonic, killer-proposal-relationship IF we pass the test of this finite existence, IF we exceed-the-rules and become the Great Beyond: while faith is certainly justified, the reward of faith is to believe what you don’t see beyond the furthest star. We’ll have a tonOfun for the length and breadth of eternity, lovely girly, where we’ll have a cumulative, effusive euphoria; a BIG-ol, kick-ass, rock-solid, party-hardy for many eons celebrating our resurrection, nekk’n and luuuv’n, drink’n and dancing, full-throttle, mind-blowin, bawl-bustin, virtual reality, baby… on earth? whorizontal taxes - the death of U.S. Upstairs, however, we can fly: like a true, major’s child, we were born 2B wild. God bless you. Love you, doll. See ya SOON.
ReplyDeleteDear Dr.
ReplyDeleteUm...thanks.