According to a New York literary agent, it only takes 5 pages to reject a book. Seems his taste is on point — his clients include Pulitzer Prize nominees, NYT best-selling authors and American Book Award winners.
Having spent 2 years reading manuscript submissions at an indie publisher, I can relate. So many people have a great story to tell — and so many of them tell it very badly. Having a good story and telling it well aren’t the same.
I saw an American Idol clip of JLo crying about sending someone home. …
We’re not supposed to write about Medium. They don’t like it. At least, that’s what the curation guide says. But I don’t know how else to express my frustration with some of the recent changes.
Some small consolation — I’m not writing to tell you how to make money. lol. Enough of my brethren doing that. Don’t need to add another voice shouting into the void and pretending changes haven’t happened here.
I don’t know what experience you’re having, but mine is some combination of doomscrolling and how to make money on Medium. It sucks.
It’s the act of consuming an endless procession of negative online news, to the detriment of the scroller’s mental wellness. …
If you’ve never baked a pumpkin pie from scratch, you have no idea how fast and easy it is — and how much more delicious!
I was never a pumpkin pie fan. (I know, the horror!) I love pie — all sorts of pie, but pumpkin was pretty close to the bottom of the list. I mean, how do you compare pumpkin to peanut butter pie, or deep dish apple?
Wow. I had no idea how wrong I was. …
Do you know Lincoln W Daniel? Creator of top pubs, a list of Medium publications, Pen Signal and more tools for Medium writers, he has a shocking story to tell. If we want to hear it…
“Medium’s team has been in correspondence with me and made it clear that they are deliberately acting against the best interests of writers…” [source]
Go read. Tell him you’re interested.
I have. Everything is OMG. Omg, this happened. Omg, that happened. It’s bloody exhausting. Sucks the air right out of the room.
Hell, y’all lived with a drama queen in the White House for 4 years. I don’t care if you like him or not. You can’t deny that he’s a button pusher. He’s a reality tv guy. That’s what reality tv does. Pushes buttons.
The news media ate that up like double chocolate brownies. They piggyback on it. And you know why. Because clicks are cash. Aren’t you tired of it yet?
Yes? So why are you perpetuating it.
Let’s be honest. …
Yesterday, I read 3 posts that left me staring into space, sipping coffee and woolgathering, as thoughts knitted themselves together.
It repeatedly asked, how could this happen? How could this happen?
How could so many people vote for hate and racism? I’m not sure they did, but that’s beside the point. Some of them, sure. But not all of them.
She lives in a tiny little town. The kind of little town that’s straight out of a storybook. Neighbors chatting over fences. Weeding gardens together and watching over each other.
Just a tiny town that was a friendly place to live and maybe raise up kids. …
I watched a video clip of a Trump fan-girl explaining why she’s voting for him again. The first time she voted for him because she didn’t “like” Hillary. But this time, she’s voting for Trump enthusiastically.
She’s everything you’d expect, and a bit you might not. White. Middle age. Middle class. Soccer mom. She’s also a big social influencer, on a mission to convince her followers to go vote for Trump’s America.
She said she knows he’s rude. Vile, sometimes. Self centered. And she doesn’t care. His “manners” aren’t the point, she said. His “policies” are.
He’s the one talking about keeping her neighborhood safe, she said. He talks about justice and order and police enforcement. That’s important to her. Those protests were scary. Biden didn’t say anything about sending out the police or the military to keep the streets safe. Only Trump did. …
When my daughter was 2, she came home from my mom’s house with a new word in her vocabulary.
I didn’t know it until she dropped something and yelled F — K!
Probably, I shouldn’t have laughed. But I did.
That’s not a very nice word, I calmly told her. She paused. It can’t be a bad word, because Gramma says it, she informed me. Fair enough.
It wore off. For a few years.
Parenting is the world’s longest job. …
In the olden days at Medium, when you wanted to comment on a story, you were taken to a new page with comments.
It was a real nuisance. Because sometimes I’d forget to clap first and then I had to go back to the story to clap.
Some people probably didn’t go back and clap. Which kind of sucked. Cause I like to think of claps as a little way of saying “thanks for writing this.”
Then Medium changed how comments work.
Yay, sidebar comments. So if I was all fired up to leave a comment, I could do that. …
Paparazzi suck. We all know that. Celebrity chasers, peeking in bedroom windows and violating privacy in the most despicable ways.
They do it to cash out. They hope.
But legitimate news reporters and paparazzi are not the same thing.
If it was paparazzi we’re talking about, I’d understand him being rude. But it’s not. When legitimate news reporters asked McConnell if there’s some medical condition the public should be aware of, he shut them down.
Bruised lips. Bruised hands. Band-Aids on both hands.
Twitter was on fire, of course…
“As a retired nurse, my professional opinion is… holy s**t”
“Not sure if this is not photoshopped. …