Just to finish off the invasion of words that Tosca Lee launched on her editors (previous posts here and here):
Her first run-through hit 160,000+. Considering the target was 100,000, I'm thinking that she met her mark. Then punched it in the face. Then kicked it when it was down and rolled it off a cliff.
Poor mark.
Sorry for all the violence, but I've never been one to tack toward the Isle of Appropriate Social Conduct.*
In case you didn't know.
* This also applies to my disgusting disregard for the victims of bureaucratic failure and improper oversight in the old Soviet Union from whom I carelessly appropriated for my title. Also, I lied about Lee and her Underwood. At least, I think I lied. I don't actually know how she first writes her words, but the two things I'm pretty sure she doesn't use are a clay tablet or a manual typewriter. But a clay tablet would be cool. Especially if that's how she wrote Demon: A Memoir.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Tosca Lee Chernobyls Her Underwood
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After I got done kicking it, it came back and pulled my hair. I've had these bald spots since...
Hey! You know the rules! - Nobody reads this blog, and nobody, I mean, nobody, comments.
You need a tee-shirt that says:
"My Novel Gave Me A Mohawk"
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