conversation with the agent entirely too early this morning:
him: "blah, blah...we feel the scope of your ambition is unrealistic for a girl your age. you are so good at dialogue, we feel you should try to produce something distinctly feminine, something light & springy,maybe a romance,more feelgood than your existentialist prose that we just dont have a market for"
me: "so, what you are saying is that you want me to write an insignificant piece of bodice ripping fluff because i am female & young?"
him: "well...erm...no. we're just not seeing eye to eye on where your work fits in with todays literary market"
me: "no bart, we are seeing eye to eye and the dollar signs in yours make me uncomfortable"
him: "this is a business and you have the potential to be successful if you could stop denying your female voice and at least try to produce something that might appeal to your peers"
me: "why are you so uncomfortable with me putting my vagina away and using my brain?"
him: "dont talk like that"
me: "should i have said cunt?"
him: "this is getting no where, lets talk later when you are less emotional"
me: "but im finding my feminine voice, aren't i supposed to be emotional?"
cue dial tone................
i would seriously rather saw my tits off with a rusty piece of sheet metal than even attempt to write some fucking light & springy piece of bullshit chick lit. i found my feminine voice & it says fuck you sir. fuck you.
on a lighter note, the force that is SG has claimed another willing victim. stop by & say hi to my boy
anguishedlove
yay! now i don't have to feel guilty spending inordinate amounts of time online. he can distract himself looking at lovely pics of naked girls and i will be free to..erm...well, look at lovely pics of naked girls..i mean engage in intellectual conversations on literature & relevant politics...um, ya.
him: "blah, blah...we feel the scope of your ambition is unrealistic for a girl your age. you are so good at dialogue, we feel you should try to produce something distinctly feminine, something light & springy,maybe a romance,more feelgood than your existentialist prose that we just dont have a market for"
me: "so, what you are saying is that you want me to write an insignificant piece of bodice ripping fluff because i am female & young?"
him: "well...erm...no. we're just not seeing eye to eye on where your work fits in with todays literary market"
me: "no bart, we are seeing eye to eye and the dollar signs in yours make me uncomfortable"
him: "this is a business and you have the potential to be successful if you could stop denying your female voice and at least try to produce something that might appeal to your peers"
me: "why are you so uncomfortable with me putting my vagina away and using my brain?"
him: "dont talk like that"
me: "should i have said cunt?"
him: "this is getting no where, lets talk later when you are less emotional"
me: "but im finding my feminine voice, aren't i supposed to be emotional?"
cue dial tone................
i would seriously rather saw my tits off with a rusty piece of sheet metal than even attempt to write some fucking light & springy piece of bullshit chick lit. i found my feminine voice & it says fuck you sir. fuck you.
on a lighter note, the force that is SG has claimed another willing victim. stop by & say hi to my boy
anguishedlove
yay! now i don't have to feel guilty spending inordinate amounts of time online. he can distract himself looking at lovely pics of naked girls and i will be free to..erm...well, look at lovely pics of naked girls..i mean engage in intellectual conversations on literature & relevant politics...um, ya.
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thanks for posting my angry scratches on the poetry thread. still doesn't compare.
-pb