Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Thinking of England

Remember a few weeks ago when I was all verklempt over the intros an editor rejected? The ones I couldn't find ways to write?

The comments I got were—as always—kind and loving and helpful. Realized this morning I'd never let you all know what happened.

One day I sat down in my beautiful red leather recliner and refused to let myself get up until I'd written them. I visited web sites and bulletin boards for cigar smokers and people who love to pamper themselves to get a flavor of what they talk about among themselves.

Then I mediated a moment, consciously turning loose of my reservations and my own opinions about the topics. Finally, I wrote.

Can't say it exactly flowed, but I did manage to hit the word count with every one, "pumping up the envy factor" all over the place. They were pretty over the top if you ask me, but I got it done.

The editor sent a one line response: Thank you. These are exactly what I was looking for.

I read one to Mystic Wing yesterday and he informed me I'm now officially a literary whore. Works for me. In the end, all I had to do was close my eyes and think of England the pond.

8 comments:

Suzy said...

"Literary whore" works for me.

Kim said...

Good for you! I'm so glad it worked out.

Mystic Wing said...

ONce again, you take artisitic license....

"Verbal slut" is what I called you, I think.

Stacy said...

Hurray!!!. . . and there are worse types of whores one could be.

Suzy said...

"Verbal slut" works for me.

Eileen said...

Whatever works! I am so glad it worked out for you. By the way, great stategy! Now you can officially take it off your to do list and move on. YEAH!

kario said...

I think Suzy might be trolling for lessons from you, Jerri ;-).

Glad it's over.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

Verbal slut, literary whore, tomato, tomato, let's call the whole thing off! You're doing what you need to do to pay the bills. You're no whore/slut/tomato when it comes to REAL writing, and that's all that matters!