“Complain to me when you’re talentless and homely.”
“I’m jealous of how thin you are!”
“My, my, with that red hair, you could break everyone’s heart in this room.”
“Woooo!!I just got my royalty check and oh my god! Kelly, can you edit half of my next book for free?”
“I do love a good story… however I’ll just keep the memory of how insanely beautiful you are with me to sleep:)”
GUESS WHAT?!!!!! I am writing my own books, juggling staying at home with my children, being a good wife, running this web site, collaborating with another author on a book, and making sure there’s food on the goddamn table.
This is fun?
This is productive?
I’ve worked so goddamn hard on this book – on making it a really, really good book that I’m proud of.
The other “authors” don’t consider me a peer because of my fucking appearance. (As you can already tell, I’m going to swear a lot. Be advised.) What do you want me to do, put a bag over my head? This is my face. I won’t apologize for being a woman.
I’ve never felt more underestimated, undervalued, or disappointed in my life. Do you want to know how many times I have been asked to “sex chat?” Or if I’m “happily married?” Rather than asking me about my writing or anything else.
Oh, and while I’m here, I need to address this.
What gives?! I asked you guys nicely if you would share a link from Underground Book Reviews’s Facebook page for me, as I was up for being reviewed by them, as I had made Pitch Perfect Finalist.
BUT ONLY ONE PERSON DID.
So, guess what happened?
A book about quiche won and, yeah, I am sort of crushed. A BOOK ABOUT QUICHE RECIPES WON AND GOT A THOROUGH, WELL-PROMOTED REVIEW. And me? Well, I’m still here. Plugging along. Going back to the drawing board.
Melissa and I have both come down with a cold / flu / plague thing, so we’ve been MIA recently. We will be MIA for a little longer as we figure out the new schedule – the themes are still going to happen, they just may happen after the holidays in order for them to work.
As of right now, we are pushing back publishing to a later date. I will put up another editor’s letter once I figure out what that date is.
Another funny note that I might mention here – half of you are friends with me on Facebook and don’t even realize that I’m the one you email with your submissions – that I’m the one working tirelessly to be a platform for YOUR writing. I created this magazine to give a voice to those who were talented and deserved to be heard.
Most other literary magazines / journals have a minimum response time of three to four months – please begin to expect the same from us. ESPECIALLY if I’ve told you we’ve accepted your work.
I’m the friend who listens to everyone else vent, is there as a shoulder to cry on for them, would do anything for them, but never receives it in return.
My throat is swollen and it’s painful to swallow. I’m going to bed.
I truly cherish the community that I’ve been able to foster here – but, sometimes, it’s hard to be everything to everyone while my own work is collecting dust in the corner. And, I’m still sick.
PS: I’ve mailed off everyone’s Pushcart Noms.
You know who I am.
