I have to tell you, I read the title and about hurled my lungs across the room laughing. As soon as I got to "I HAS EDIT LETTER, DO NOT WANT" I about slithered out of the papasan onto the floor. The kids are still looking at me speculatively, as if they're afraid I might start cackling again.
Dude. I so TOTALLY know that feeling. I was just working on a round of revisions yesterday and bemoaning the fact that I was not a shining sparkly unique snowflake.
I recommend chocolate. Sometimes a Vosges bar or a Truffle Pig is the only thing that saves all living beings in my immediate vicinity from the death-ray triggered by edit letter.
The hell of it is, I know my editors are all Good Peeps and want to make the story better. I'm just sensitive as hell and my inner 12-year-old gets involved...and I've learned to give an extra week before I send ANY response. Because, you know, the kneejerk snarkiness just does not need to be flung in my hapless editor's lap. *grin*
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Dude. I so TOTALLY know that feeling. I was just working on a round of revisions yesterday and bemoaning the fact that I was not a shining sparkly unique snowflake.
I recommend chocolate. Sometimes a Vosges bar or a Truffle Pig is the only thing that saves all living beings in my immediate vicinity from the death-ray triggered by edit letter.
The hell of it is, I know my editors are all Good Peeps and want to make the story better. I'm just sensitive as hell and my inner 12-year-old gets involved...and I've learned to give an extra week before I send ANY response. Because, you know, the kneejerk snarkiness just does not need to be flung in my hapless editor's lap. *grin*
Still, I recommend chocolate.