Literati!– don’t say I didn’t thorn you! Every now and then I take someone’s personal email that usually accompanies a story submission(aaahhhhh–there’s my favorite word again!) and decide that their confidentiality is just begging to be breached! In order to raise money for Sumatran here at the towers, usually I just do fifty shades of …
Literati!– don’t say I didn’t thorn you!
Every now and then I take someone’s personal email that usually accompanies a story submission(aaahhhhh–there’s my favorite word again!) and decide that their confidentiality is just begging to be breached! In order to raise money for Sumatran here at the towers, usually I just do fifty shades of blackmail to keep a fan’s private stuff private. But when that fails, or when the email is just tooooo revealing, what choice to I have but to reveal the truth to our readership?
Here is the content of the private email Diane Cresswell sent me last night. Remember–A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet, a Thorn by any other name…is still a prick! Congratulations, Diane Cresswell! This (rose) bud’s for you!
Dearest Editor Whatever Realm You’re In Chief:
At the behest of one Kyle Katz – who threatened me with one of those nasty things she has in the closet – you have the riding crop so I’m not sure what she has in store for me – I’m sending this to you after she read it. Now…dilemma arises – I wasn’t going to enter this into the contest because…ready…it has too many words! And I didn’t want to fall into the cauldron of your wrath which means you would inform the whole literati readership.(TOO LATE!) Actually, its only the last sentence that maketh it runneth over. So I’m willing and I’m in crouch position with head on floor awaiting your decision because I’m perfectly fine with it just being thrown in as a piece to get others to get out of their minds (and I’m out of my mind mostly) and write. This was for my amusement and I’m still laughing when I read it.
So adieu mom amie or as we say in the islands – oops – can’t write that one…let’s see what else…rats no not that one either – Ok this one will have to do…a hui hoi – later alligator… rough translation.
Diane Cresswell – having glassessssss of wine (the courage of kings or in my case – the courage of queens and they needed it to put up with the kings – its good to be the queen!)
PS: I have seriously now – written a children’s story and am looking to seriously have it published. Know any good children publishers?
Mahalo – that’s one I think you know!
Ok I think I’m ready – here it goes…eyes closed – send
I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.
Peter Nivio Zarlenga
So, my literate ones–email me at your own risk! And Diane, A Word with You Press (that would be Moi with staff close at hand) would be happy to consider publishing your children’s book. Publishing is what we DO!) And if YOU’ve got a manuscript ready or not for publication, send your proposal (ahh! propositions!) to email@example.com.
And Here, Oh Literati, is Diane’s contest entry!
Writing: A Personality Disorder
– by Diane Cresswell
“Magic is the foundation from which the imagination can fly.”
“You heard me.”
“You didn’t write that.”
“Of course I did, I just said it to you. It’s the beginning sentence to my book.”
“No you didn’t. That’s what someone like David Copperfield or Chriss Angel would say. Not you! ”
“Oh ye of little faith! You have no imagination at all. You seem to take perverse pleasure in mocking my writing.”
“That’s what I’m here for, to keep you in balance, not go flinging off into some alternate universe or dimension. Someone has to keep you grounded or your writing would make no sense.”
“You’re like the proverbial albatross around my neck or mind rather. You take away the fun and magic of writing.”
You call “the mists wove around her like a sticky thread of a spider web gone astray creating illusions in her mind” great writing? That’s writing from your arse. Makes no sense whatsoever!”
“Magical my left foot!”
“Go away! I need to concentrate on the next sentence.”
“Can’t! I’m your proofreader and logic. Not leaving!”
The logical mind was magically encased, allowing her imagination to fly.
(Feeling a bit like Gollum – right Precioussss?)
To enter our contest yourself, pull down details from the menu bar “Contests”