So for three years an editor, who shall be nameless because I'd have to look her name up (although I remember her father's name well enough), in order to get it right, and god forbid I choose this blog to make a mistake with the facts--
For three years this editor, working closely with the author on an important project, never bothered to meet the author in person. Was it that this East Coast editor simply could not fathom the idea of dragging her tail all the way to a place called Eugene, Oregon? Wherever the hell that is, right?
Three long years she had, to arrange a meeting with the author. That is 1,095 days. This editor must have one incredible work ethic. I'll bet she didn't even have time to get to India or Paris, or even Southampton or Montauk, or even Cancun, she was so busy working with this author. A trip to...oh yeah, Eugene, Oregon, was simply out of the question.
Sadly, the editor made a big mistake. Probably right now she is cloistered with beloved family members who support her no matter what. They are assuring her, while bringing her tea and her childhood teddy bear, that they would have been duped too. That fun little details like the first thing the street kid did with the first big money she made, was to buy herself a burial plot. I mean how incredible was that? She didn't buy drugs or shoes or even a day at a spa. No. This incredible kid, so aware of the dangers of her awful awful life, got herself to a burial plot sales office and did the deal. Picked out the location and all. Paid cash.
Aah well, we live and learn, don't we?
Dear sweet editor, may I direct you to a fairly recent movie called 'The Hoax'? It starred Richard Gere and it was about--
Oh shoot. It's time you did some of the work. You go look it up yourself...if you can bear to take the time. I think you might feel better. You will see that you are not alone. Your kind is beginning to have a long, dare I say, colorful history.