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June 2, 2010

Q & A 179

So I've looked everywhere on your site, but I can't find the guidelines for submitting my novel to Evil Editor Publications. Can I afford you?

Whaddaya think this is, a vanity press? Outside of Evil Editor's fee for editing your manuscript, and the production costs, you pay nothing. Guidelines for submitting are simple: Don't include a cover letter unless you can write one that won't make me gag. Send the book in the body of an email. I'll read until I realize it sucks.
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Published on June 02, 2010 19:04

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Guess the Plot

Bound and Fallen

1. Anatoly Green's meteoric rise to the top of his sport and his plummet into drugs, sex, and gambling are recounted in this shocking exposé on professional three legged racing.

2. When dominatrix Katherine goes too far with one of her subjects, she is ostracized by the BDSM community. Can she redeem herself by holding the best spanking-for-orphans charity event that downtown Seattle has ever seen?

3. A Fallen god has tasked Ki with training De, but Ki is b...
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Published on June 02, 2010 05:55

Cartoon 655

Caption: Anon.

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Published on June 02, 2010 04:04

June 1, 2010

New Beginning 755

No one in the Seven Villages had ever seen the dragon. They knew it by the quickening of the wind and the sudden purity of the light before its coming, and by the gifts it gave them—fire, death, rain, fertile soil, dragon-children. Their small lives rose and fell through its great one like sparks in a wildfire or tears in the sea.

When the wind warned of its coming most folk ran for the shelter of spring or cave. There were always a few who waited in the open, drinking in the rich colors of ea...
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Published on June 01, 2010 05:51

New Beginning 754

No one in the Seven Villages had ever seen the dragon. They knew it by the quickening of the wind and the sudden purity of the light before its coming, and by the gifts it gave them—fire, death, rain, fertile soil, dragon-children. Their small lives rose and fell through its great one like sparks in a wildfire or tears in the sea.

When the wind warned of its coming most folk ran for the shelter of spring or cave. There were always a few who waited in the open, drinking in the rich colors of ea...
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Published on June 01, 2010 05:51

Cartoon 654

Caption: Whirlochre

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Published on June 01, 2010 04:00

May 31, 2010

Face-Lift 777


Guess the Plot

Alamandine's Song

1. Alamandine has a beautiful soft voice. Unfortunately, the opera house only accepts singers who can be heard by those in back of the upper balconies. Can a creepy mask-wearing stalker teach her to scream loud enough to be heard?

2. When promising three-year-old filly Alamandine's Song disappears from her stall at Santa Anita, detective Zack Martinez knows two things: the filly didn't shoot the guard and drive herself away, and he'd better pick up some almond mi...
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Published on May 31, 2010 07:02

Cartoon 653

Caption: Anon.

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Published on May 31, 2010 03:51

May 30, 2010

Writing Exercise Results . . .


are in the posts below. The task was to write, in the style of Dr. Suess, a story involving Evil Editor.[image error]
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Published on May 30, 2010 07:14

SuessStory 8

In Publishing Town,
Far down in its bowels,
Lived a muttonchopped man
With quivery jowls.

Every day, minions--
A hundred or more--
Surged to his office
And squeezed through the door.

They ogled and boggled
In mute adoration
Amazed at his pince-nez,
His fob, his vocation.

They said, "One day we'll
"Work in Publishing too!"
But they only had queries.
Not one had a clue.

One morning, a minion,
With query in hand,
Dared lay it before
The muttonchopped man.

The muttonchopped man
With quivery jowl
Looked down through hi...
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Published on May 30, 2010 07:13

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