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osprey_archerI have been preparing a story to submit to the cold hard cruel world of magazine editors, and have therefore conceived a mantra to get me through the experience.
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
They may mock it over frappuccinos; they may mock it over macchiatos; but at lattes I draw the line.
(No, really, I think the story will likely fall into the grand gray range of stories that are grammatically impeccable and otherwise forgettable, which are read, rejected, and forgotten by coffee break. But it's the best I can do, and I figure it will help me build up a thicker skin, and it shouldn't be actively painful for the poor slush reader.)
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
The editors will not mock my story over lattes.
They may mock it over frappuccinos; they may mock it over macchiatos; but at lattes I draw the line.
(No, really, I think the story will likely fall into the grand gray range of stories that are grammatically impeccable and otherwise forgettable, which are read, rejected, and forgotten by coffee break. But it's the best I can do, and I figure it will help me build up a thicker skin, and it shouldn't be actively painful for the poor slush reader.)
