Once, twice, three times rejected.
Well, at least they dragged me along for a GODDAMN month, right? And every writer has to suffer through his share of GODDAMN rejections, of course, there's no doubt about that. No, I am confident that the GODDAMN editors made the rough decision, but in the end the GODDAMN book will be simply GODDAMN wonderful.
Seriously, if I read the book, and there are no robots in it, I am going to kill somebody. PROBABLY David Malki !, because a guy who has an exclamation point as part of his name is a little too pretentious for words. Ryan North I can never harm, and other guy... other guy will get a solid slapping. GRR. ARGH.
In other news, Mal gave me awesome dog tags, and Jen took me to MoMA, and the Twins return (though I shan't see them until the morrow), and I pet a cat. So, life isn't too GODDAMN terrible. And in the spirit of getting back on the whores, I had a plumb interesting idea for a bit of time travel fun, which I started on the train, and may someday finish. Stay tuned.
posted by Ed Turner at
7:56:00 PM
2 Comments:
Oh fucksticks, you were rejected by the Machine of Death dudes as well?
Man, just what the hell were they looking for? It wasn't Cthullu, it wasn't Ragnarok, and apparently it wasn't robots either?
WHAT THE HELL, MACHINE OF DEATH DUDES, WHAT THE HELL.
Yes, I held your hand and dragged you along like a leetle child, making sure you weren't grabbing at people's clothing along the way.
Also, I covet your dog tags.
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