the end
Today is the last day of National Be Kind to Writers and Editors Month. I spent the morning leading an ultimately unsuccessful campaign to get free lunch for the editorial department. Sadness. And I haven't received any chocolate either. So I've had to resort to buying my own. Only 90 minutes left for people to appreciate me . . . (Unless they want to call me at home, but I don't give out that number, so I doubt that's going to happen.)
On the brighter side, as we come on the end of Banned Books Week, at least I've been more successful in my campaign to get everybody reading banned books this week. Sure, some of my friends cheated and just read in the Bible for their scripture study, but at least they were reading a banned book.
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Sheez. Why couldn't this have happend a month ago when I was in an underappreciated editorial department!
Of course, I'm still a writer...but no one's paying me...so maybe that doesn't quite count....
Well, in all fairness, perhaps I shouldn't get all the appreciation and acclaim I want considering the rewrite letters I sent out this month. But then again, criticism is an act of love, isn't it? So telling an author that said author needs to learn to spell is a way of demonstrating appreciation. And I do appreciate said author's weaknesses because it does give me a job . . .
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So is that why I can't make a living through writing? Editors like me because my prose is demonstrably perfect?
I've been meaning to tell you this story all Banned Books Week. When I used to work for a Company Which Shall Not Be Named, we did an in-house publication for high-school students, and they asked me to do a chapter on the Bill of Rights.
I got all excited, and in one section I discussed Freedom of Speech and how censorship affects that. I included a list of frequently banned/challenged books that I got from the ALA website.
When my chapter went through quality review I was told to take the Judy Blume titles off the list because she was known in some circles as a confirmed child pornographer.
So yeah. My lesson on censorship was censored. Other stupid things happened too, but I won't get into them lest my ears start bleeding again.
Merciful heavens, Nemesis. Your story downright depresses me. A confirmed child pornographer? Oh me, oh my. I'm sorry your censorship story was censored. Even though I don't enjoy her writing, I feel like I should go out and read a Judy Blume book.
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