I had a teacher in high school that graded with a firm hand and a deft knife with a concept she liked to call The Lard Factor. Oh what a precision slasher. Grammatical perfection without a single tear shed on pretext. I think my writing would keep her awake with her red ink pen annotations rabid to the point the pages would never dry.
I think of her now, late at night, as I trudge through some more idea places and wish I could find myself an agent more precise than the Demigod Google.
I have pounds and pounds of lard to sift through and gift to someone. In theory all my writing and work could be handed over and processed. Then someone would talk to me about options and direction, and where to go. Hopefully somewhere better than Hell.
*smile*
I bet hell has the best advertising agents and lawyers.
Hell certainly has a public following, as I've heard its pretty damn hot.
*smile*
[God, if you are following my blog, please +1 me and send it to all your friends]
I think of her now, late at night, as I trudge through some more idea places and wish I could find myself an agent more precise than the Demigod Google.
I have pounds and pounds of lard to sift through and gift to someone. In theory all my writing and work could be handed over and processed. Then someone would talk to me about options and direction, and where to go. Hopefully somewhere better than Hell.
*smile*
I bet hell has the best advertising agents and lawyers.
Hell certainly has a public following, as I've heard its pretty damn hot.
*smile*
[God, if you are following my blog, please +1 me and send it to all your friends]
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