Son of Stupid for the Sake of Plot
Sep. 27th, 2006 08:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanSending off an edit with a rather scathing side letter to the managing editor, which ends: "These are not dumb people, not the heroes (n)or the bad guy. So having them do dumb things is an insult to them, and to the readers."
Also, if the author used one more heat metaphor, I was going to hunt him/her down and slap him/her with an ice pack.
Children, gather round and listen to the aged and weary editor: "heated core" and anything molten should be used sparingly, if at all, when writing sex scenes. It's nowhere near as enticing as you might think. When in doubt, read the scene out loud. In front of someone. If they start to crack up (or you do) it's time to rethink things.
(I tend to go through my manuscript and highlight euphemisms and metaphors with different colored inks, so I can see how badly I've gone astray, and fix it before anyone finds out)
My desk is now covered with crumpled post-its. The cats are looking at them longingly. Their favorite part of this job is when the manuscript is sent back (no more being yelled at to get off the pile o' papers) and there are yellow crumpled bits of paper to chase around.
(tosses them to the floor and watches Boomer go berserk)
Also, if the author used one more heat metaphor, I was going to hunt him/her down and slap him/her with an ice pack.
Children, gather round and listen to the aged and weary editor: "heated core" and anything molten should be used sparingly, if at all, when writing sex scenes. It's nowhere near as enticing as you might think. When in doubt, read the scene out loud. In front of someone. If they start to crack up (or you do) it's time to rethink things.
(I tend to go through my manuscript and highlight euphemisms and metaphors with different colored inks, so I can see how badly I've gone astray, and fix it before anyone finds out)
My desk is now covered with crumpled post-its. The cats are looking at them longingly. Their favorite part of this job is when the manuscript is sent back (no more being yelled at to get off the pile o' papers) and there are yellow crumpled bits of paper to chase around.
(tosses them to the floor and watches Boomer go berserk)
