Dear Salty
Pleased to be formally introduced. I think I can almost appreciate what you are talking of. When I was about 15, I sent a bunch of dripping poetry to a Canadian publishing house. Azure skies stuff. When I think of it now, I cringe profoundly, and understand that there is likely a special circle in hell devoted to people who look just like me. May I ask what it is you spend your time writing?
Life Ain't Fair Fixer seems quite promising and, I confess, an improvement marketing-wise. I think of all those people now line dancing, or stringing up Christmas lights on their mobile homes, or bowling...my label would have missed them all.
Blatham, Your poetry probably dripped all over my prose which was probably dripping on someone else's poetry. It's a stage.
I've written two business textbooks, one on design info for desktop publishing and the other on telephone communications. I've also written books for several English-as-a-second-language series. I've written many teacher's manuals and guides. And a project most near and dear to my heart--I wrote a style manual for a historical museum in Washington DC. Why near and dear to my heart? Because I got to establish usage guidelines--the difference between between and among; verbal, oral, and written; datum and data; medium and media; phenomenon and phenomena; etc.
I've more recently written a novel, which requires some revision. Other than that, I've written parts of books, like glossaries, special hints and guidelines. Basically a bunch of stuff.
Are you still writing poetry? Of the less drippy variety?
Salty
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Salty
A real working writer, you are. I understand the heart-proximate gig for the museum. I would love to set guidelines and watch people walk them on their way to certain happiness. I'd love to even set them for my daughter, actually.
I am not still writing poetry. I can't do metaphor worth beans and I'm a coward, so poetry is out. As a writer, I'm really a terrible dilletante, starting projects with gusto and dropping them for something else. But that is all about to change. I've recently engaged the services of a word lover/dominatrix who has promised to shepherd me through to completion of a children's book in the new year. Please pray for both of us.
Since I'm the one who set the two of you up in this business proposition, I think 10% of the profits sounds about right. Would you agree?
Blatham, good luck on your book. Word lover/dominatrix just might describe Roberta. I've heard her complain, oy.
Roberta
I think I'll let you respond here. Good luck.
A most merry christmas to all.
Blatham, I'm wishing you and your dominatrix every success. May the project be completed. And may you not emerge too bloodied.
I agree that poetry can be intimidating. Not my thing.
Have a wonderful holiday.
Diane, If Blatham and I ever collaborate, we might consider a small stipend for you.
Word lover, dominitrix? Did someone call? Here I am dressed in black corset and leather boots with a bit of encouragement, just what the doctor ordered for recalcitrant writers. Bernie, dolling, have you been lolling about while I was away?
Wow! ...and when it rains, it pours.
True enough. Sometimes a person could almost drown in such riches.
