I should have known the moment I read my horoscope.
Today, Sagittarius, you will pitch your novel to Evil Editor in an elevator. But watch out, there may be a fight. Or kissing. And Mars in Leo can only mean only one thing: psychic assault from the undead corpse of Steve McQueen.
So I got in the elevator, first one I saw.
And there he was, Evil Editor. It was like fate mixed with a nightmare and a dream come true.
'I'd like you to take a look at this,' I said, and pulled out my manuscript.
EE adj...
Published on November 08, 2009 07:08