tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post8607873655260639627..comments2024-03-07T04:13:36.330-06:00Comments on The Storyteller's Inkpot: The Writer as Basket CaseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-79589229296429994072010-05-27T10:05:08.524-05:002010-05-27T10:05:08.524-05:00"Preschool Effluvium" would be such a gr..."Preschool Effluvium" would be such a great band name!Andy Cochranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13488591613265971587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-6751051537384001202010-05-26T15:34:01.374-05:002010-05-26T15:34:01.374-05:00That editor should have to come to your house and ...That editor should have to come to your house and stand by your desk while you go through the letter, feeding you sips of Sprite and washing out the bucket after you hurl.Christine Heppermannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16956691641741733821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-16767793044587493622010-05-26T12:32:50.868-05:002010-05-26T12:32:50.868-05:00Ron, bring the latter! Straight up with extra oliv...Ron, bring the latter! Straight up with extra olives, please...Lisa Jahn-Cloughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01167850118852016249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-78551481972743363762010-05-26T11:48:15.559-05:002010-05-26T11:48:15.559-05:00What you need is a mop and a martini, one of which...What you need is a mop and a martini, one of which I will bring to the residency.Ron Koertgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05007470685805649302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-10119713919196053242010-05-26T10:54:45.959-05:002010-05-26T10:54:45.959-05:00Anne, keep thinking "it's a new book. She...Anne, keep thinking "it's a new book. She wants me. She wants me." Wow - 21 pages. She really likes this book. I got edits back a few years ago and used the excuse of my knee surgery to put off final decisions. Until my editor finally called and said enough. There is indeed a writing metaphor in packing up and throwing out. Horrid process, but so great when it's over. Like taxes. You go, girl.Claire Rudolf Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11520445613916601377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-56848579671567581592010-05-26T09:01:08.663-05:002010-05-26T09:01:08.663-05:00Holy cow. Good luck, dear.
Lisa--my old editor wa...Holy cow. Good luck, dear.<br /><br />Lisa--my old editor was trained and mentored by your old editor but the martini lunch didn't make it into her editor's tool kit. She's the person who first got me to eat oysters, though.Marsha Qualeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02506544531376399293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-1989554330332053612010-05-26T08:45:11.284-05:002010-05-26T08:45:11.284-05:00Well. That's long! But I understand from Leona...Well. That's long! But I understand from Leonard Marcus's biography that Ursula Nordstrom used to write even longer letters, and routinely. Which fact may not comfort you... <br /><br />Nancy WerlinNancy Werlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16256045390045803711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755502616289652010.post-88714850358262631652010-05-26T08:36:36.622-05:002010-05-26T08:36:36.622-05:00Fourteen page letters from your editor??? Twenty-o...Fourteen page letters from your editor??? Twenty-one pages????? Well here's bragging for you--mine sends one cryptic paragraph, maybe two via email and usually full of typos. But he is the best editor I have ever had, and I lament his retirement every single day. Of course the three hour, two martini lunches were when we were most productive, but even then most of the time was spent waxing about the "good-old days" of publishing.... I'd do a book with him for no advance and no royalty in a heartbeat if he come out of hiding. <br /><br />I think I'd crawl under a hole and never write again with a twenty-one page letter.<br /><br />Good luck with the house stuff and with the sick child, Anne, and with that letter. May all be better soon.Lisa Jahn-Cloughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01167850118852016249noreply@blogger.com