Looking for editors, amateurs to share adventure
This is a separate thought.
Each of you is waiting for someone else to help me.
Either that or you lack the information to do so.
Some of you are genuinely too busy.
Some of you are too much like me.
I need help, and the sooner the better. How may I help you best to help me?
Each of you is waiting for someone else to help me.
Either that or you lack the information to do so.
Some of you are genuinely too busy.
Some of you are too much like me.
I need help, and the sooner the better. How may I help you best to help me?
Here's an adventurous idea: if a writer has multiple books they wanted to publish and they found a publisher that could help them hit the bestseller list with a singled out prized book, like giving a breeder the pick of the litter, wouldn't it be well worth for the author to award a hard working editorial team with, say, the first 6 months of author royalties? Like, an unproven author with little credit but much passion and productivity.
I don't see a generous outcome for someone starting out, unable to generously share the spoils with talented enablers.
I don't see a generous outcome for someone starting out, unable to generously share the spoils with talented enablers.
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Hi, Brando - she has been added to the published directory in the DU Published Authors Thread.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/8982/
Thank you for supporting published artists here on DU! And I am sorry you have had a negative experience in the publishing/editing business. Unfortunately, it can be a dog-eat-dog world out there, which is why Johnny and I assist any way we can - when we are able.
Hi, Brando - she has been added to the published directory in the DU Published Authors Thread.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/8982/
Thank you for supporting published artists here on DU! And I am sorry you have had a negative experience in the publishing/editing business. Unfortunately, it can be a dog-eat-dog world out there, which is why Johnny and I assist any way we can - when we are able.
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I'm totally sympathetic with your reservations.
And since I've only been thinking like a banker... lol.... everybody knows bankers are the good guys. Always and forever. Hey, at least I wasn't going all lawyer. Anyways..
I'm a dupe because I actually was deceived by my own little teens. I have been dealing with a child predator or three and only figured it out 2 years in! I'm pathetic. So I'm totally feeling ya, there. My life experiences took place for the last 20 years at my home, a little housewife doing various little projects and a few forums. So I've got tons of street smarts.
But I can say I like stories and idealism.
Meh.
I'm totally sympathetic with your reservations.
And since I've only been thinking like a banker... lol.... everybody knows bankers are the good guys. Always and forever. Hey, at least I wasn't going all lawyer. Anyways..
I'm a dupe because I actually was deceived by my own little teens. I have been dealing with a child predator or three and only figured it out 2 years in! I'm pathetic. So I'm totally feeling ya, there. My life experiences took place for the last 20 years at my home, a little housewife doing various little projects and a few forums. So I've got tons of street smarts.
But I can say I like stories and idealism.
Meh.
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I'm speechless and grateful! You named a number of helpful ideas. I hope I can return the favor.
To all of you generous peeps. Brando, I seriously am honored by your offers. I'm putting a baby to sleep while typing on an iPad... I formatted my book on a borrowed laptop I could barely wrestle, going out the door to another worthy soul. I was honored, then, too. Many people doing little helpful things, always trying to give me good things to think about. A life line right now, to me.
I'm speechless and grateful! You named a number of helpful ideas. I hope I can return the favor.
To all of you generous peeps. Brando, I seriously am honored by your offers. I'm putting a baby to sleep while typing on an iPad... I formatted my book on a borrowed laptop I could barely wrestle, going out the door to another worthy soul. I was honored, then, too. Many people doing little helpful things, always trying to give me good things to think about. A life line right now, to me.
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I also should mention that my honey gave me a lovely computer after I published my books too. I haven't actually put it to use yet.
I'm a terrifying little wife with my sudden ambition, in the void of my knowledge. So can hardly comprehend his generous reaction. He's the most talented overachiever I know.
I'm a terrifying little wife with my sudden ambition, in the void of my knowledge. So can hardly comprehend his generous reaction. He's the most talented overachiever I know.
lepperochan said:
Bump
You are cool!
A little story for peeps who like stories, a true one!
When I was 8 I discovered my mother's huge closet stash of Star Trek novels. It made me dream of becoming a novelist myself. The paperbacks I loved the most were the one about Spock's adopted daughter and the one about the talking cat people. How could I forget "All-Loops" .. too much like me, in retrospect.
BUT THEN
12 yo I decided to become hard-core SDA. Like, books made me a "mental enibriate" as though I was getting drunk on books instead of staying "sober and watchful" so even though I didn't become an Adventist to "get clean" of novels, it became part of my mental landscape.
IMAGINE SCHOOL
It was seventh grade, and my grades were not going to cut it anyway, in a new state, starting part way into the school year. But to make things worse, my English teacher (my lifetime weakness) demanded I read a novel of my choosing. No exemptions for religion.
SPEACHES
So I went all activist and made a spontaneous speech on a bench in the lunch room about freedom. I am so weird like that, shy but not for stage. Next thing I know, I'm not finishing a report on a gigantic religious book called "The Great Controversy Between Christ and Satan." I never finished it. Thankfully we moved again. LOL
And then in homeschool, as I was doing 8th grade, I intentionally got a c- for refusing fiction AGAIN... and then I did it again in correspondence High School, ruining what could have been a perfect GPA.
So call it KARMA that I'm still waiting.
God, I get it! I'm done with cults.
Now please..... let me write some sci-fi!
Bump
You are cool!
A little story for peeps who like stories, a true one!
When I was 8 I discovered my mother's huge closet stash of Star Trek novels. It made me dream of becoming a novelist myself. The paperbacks I loved the most were the one about Spock's adopted daughter and the one about the talking cat people. How could I forget "All-Loops" .. too much like me, in retrospect.
BUT THEN
12 yo I decided to become hard-core SDA. Like, books made me a "mental enibriate" as though I was getting drunk on books instead of staying "sober and watchful" so even though I didn't become an Adventist to "get clean" of novels, it became part of my mental landscape.
IMAGINE SCHOOL
It was seventh grade, and my grades were not going to cut it anyway, in a new state, starting part way into the school year. But to make things worse, my English teacher (my lifetime weakness) demanded I read a novel of my choosing. No exemptions for religion.
SPEACHES
So I went all activist and made a spontaneous speech on a bench in the lunch room about freedom. I am so weird like that, shy but not for stage. Next thing I know, I'm not finishing a report on a gigantic religious book called "The Great Controversy Between Christ and Satan." I never finished it. Thankfully we moved again. LOL
And then in homeschool, as I was doing 8th grade, I intentionally got a c- for refusing fiction AGAIN... and then I did it again in correspondence High School, ruining what could have been a perfect GPA.
So call it KARMA that I'm still waiting.
God, I get it! I'm done with cults.
Now please..... let me write some sci-fi!
Ahavati said:
What are you talking about in regards to "contract" and "gratuity"? We have never received a penny ( from anyone here at DU ) for our services.
I missed this post!
I shouldn't try to speak "legal"
Oral contracts... in this case "I'll help for free" I guess it's wrong to call it a contract? It's a statement of intent, like we all make. We can agree orally to any thing. I take it seriously when I agree to anything or offer anything. I hate disappointing or being disappointed.
A gratuity.... a tip... free of expectations, a thank you. Like for a street performer or waitress. You guys have earned loyalty and thank-you type gifts.
What are you talking about in regards to "contract" and "gratuity"? We have never received a penny ( from anyone here at DU ) for our services.
I missed this post!
I shouldn't try to speak "legal"
Oral contracts... in this case "I'll help for free" I guess it's wrong to call it a contract? It's a statement of intent, like we all make. We can agree orally to any thing. I take it seriously when I agree to anything or offer anything. I hate disappointing or being disappointed.
A gratuity.... a tip... free of expectations, a thank you. Like for a street performer or waitress. You guys have earned loyalty and thank-you type gifts.
While Brando waits 4 his paperback...
It's night in the barn and Willy is asleep. A red laser pointer scans him, eventually settling on his eyes. This finally wakes him. Willy blinks and rubs his eyes against his short front legs. “Huh? Who's shining that in my eyes?”
Midnight reassures him. “Just your favorite friend, Midnight! Scanning your tissues for edibility.
Willy, barely awake, without enough imagination to appreciate what was going on, begins to mutter. “What?”
Midnight wasn't interested in alarming her prey. “Nevermind. It's just that there is very little food on this planet that is suitable for me and my siblings.
Willy, since I found what I was looking for, I'm having a party soon and you are invited! But those nasty daycare kids are total party crashers. You can help me by pushing the tots down and eating their ham sandwiches at lunch time.
Then, when the babies stop visiting, we can have our special fun with new friends!”
Willy is reassured. “Ok, I need to set boundaries with Mel anyway.
No more health food and toddler games! I'm drawing the line in the sandwich! But I'm very tired. Gnight, weird spider girl!”
Midnight feels a flush of anger at her new label. “I hate being called that. I'm an advanced alien class arachnid as far as you lowly earth creatures are concerned! Get it right, little snack.”
Willy recognizes an opportunity to be a little powerful just then. “Well…. I don't like being called little snack!”
Midnight can't believe what she has to put up with. “I am a superior creature, and couldn't care less what you like to be called. Address me with respect. You can be friends or food. If friends, I will call you as I like.”
Willy had no idea anyone ever saw a meal in him. Even a snack. Something about that pleases him.
But he has no intention of letting a spider do the eating. “I guess letting you call me snack is better than being one, Your Superior-ness.”
Midnight almost finds it satisfying, but Willy's obedience was is clearly forced she feels none of the necessary respect a truly superior creature desires. No one is going to call her on her ham fisted control, not even a ham!
Now, only terrified silence could do. “And your sassy compliance still angers me! Silence, Little Snack. Another word and you won't see tomorrow.”
Sheep 1 is ready to share a version of events that was properly spun for barn pop culture. He finishes with a flourishing gesture and adds, “Willy felt a thrill of terror and bowed his head, pretending to sleep, although sleep wouldn't come for a long time. He planned to see tomorrow. He liked his eyes.”
All the barn animals huddle around in low tones, trying to decide who should be board appointed to deal with the rumored crisis that didn't really affect their lives.
Finally, someone clucks, “Rooster for president!” Although nobody seems to understand Rooster’s experience with and connection to handling alien threats, he did a lot to calm down miss Henny-Penny last year, when she was certain the sky was falling.
It's night in the barn and Willy is asleep. A red laser pointer scans him, eventually settling on his eyes. This finally wakes him. Willy blinks and rubs his eyes against his short front legs. “Huh? Who's shining that in my eyes?”
Midnight reassures him. “Just your favorite friend, Midnight! Scanning your tissues for edibility.
Willy, barely awake, without enough imagination to appreciate what was going on, begins to mutter. “What?”
Midnight wasn't interested in alarming her prey. “Nevermind. It's just that there is very little food on this planet that is suitable for me and my siblings.
Willy, since I found what I was looking for, I'm having a party soon and you are invited! But those nasty daycare kids are total party crashers. You can help me by pushing the tots down and eating their ham sandwiches at lunch time.
Then, when the babies stop visiting, we can have our special fun with new friends!”
Willy is reassured. “Ok, I need to set boundaries with Mel anyway.
No more health food and toddler games! I'm drawing the line in the sandwich! But I'm very tired. Gnight, weird spider girl!”
Midnight feels a flush of anger at her new label. “I hate being called that. I'm an advanced alien class arachnid as far as you lowly earth creatures are concerned! Get it right, little snack.”
Willy recognizes an opportunity to be a little powerful just then. “Well…. I don't like being called little snack!”
Midnight can't believe what she has to put up with. “I am a superior creature, and couldn't care less what you like to be called. Address me with respect. You can be friends or food. If friends, I will call you as I like.”
Willy had no idea anyone ever saw a meal in him. Even a snack. Something about that pleases him.
But he has no intention of letting a spider do the eating. “I guess letting you call me snack is better than being one, Your Superior-ness.”
Midnight almost finds it satisfying, but Willy's obedience was is clearly forced she feels none of the necessary respect a truly superior creature desires. No one is going to call her on her ham fisted control, not even a ham!
Now, only terrified silence could do. “And your sassy compliance still angers me! Silence, Little Snack. Another word and you won't see tomorrow.”
Sheep 1 is ready to share a version of events that was properly spun for barn pop culture. He finishes with a flourishing gesture and adds, “Willy felt a thrill of terror and bowed his head, pretending to sleep, although sleep wouldn't come for a long time. He planned to see tomorrow. He liked his eyes.”
All the barn animals huddle around in low tones, trying to decide who should be board appointed to deal with the rumored crisis that didn't really affect their lives.
Finally, someone clucks, “Rooster for president!” Although nobody seems to understand Rooster’s experience with and connection to handling alien threats, he did a lot to calm down miss Henny-Penny last year, when she was certain the sky was falling.
