I am not a willow
I’m having a flash fiction piece published in an anthology this August. I’m excited.
For several weeks now I’ve been assisting other writers as a development editor for an anthology coming out next summer. I’m really enjoying the process. Each story is so different in style, genre, POV, voice, etc. Each writer eager to dig into whatever we come upon to improve their work. It’s a great experience and I’m learning a lot. 🙂
You’re ready to do edits for me?
You bet, I’ve got my red pen.
Well, okay, thanks. I could use fresh eyes. I’m already on my third draft.
Third, you say? Great. I’ll grab that hard copy, get it back to you in a bit.
Nope, just the first five pages.
Oh, whoa, it’s really slashed up. Red.
We’ll be working together for a while.
It could hardly have been a bloodier beginning.
Word count: 75
*whining* I scrape out time to barely enough time to participate in #micromondays. This last month, I haven’t been able to do even that much. *whining over*
I’d like to see it.
yes, i am curious, too.
WE OUGHT TO WAIT FOR IT TO STOP SCREAMING.
“Oh, honey, don’t stop screaming.”
Attended my second writing conference ever. The place was overflowing with amazing authors, editors, publishers, experts, volunteers. I met so many amazing people. Not like, “oh, you’re amazing” blah blah cuz you’re here too, but “you’re real, genuine, kind, accepting, open, generous, interested, just overall amazing. I’m lucky to have met you.” See the difference?
I learned a lot, too. I can’t wait to go to the next conference. The LUW cares so much about its members and the writing community, each person affiliated with them spreads the same message of appreciation and concern. They’re wonderful.