NOW we're cookin'.

Maybe. Although I feel kind of bad about fridging someone in the very first scene, especially since I know who she is now. But it gives my character (who is still nameless! *dies*) even more incentive to find out what really happened.

In other news, my (published) Mom pointed me at a blog post at Spinetingler, wherein we are shown, once again in living color, how not to behave as professional writers. Protip: If you've signed a contract with a publication, you can't just randomly pull out because you like your chances of getting more money elsewhere. That is a really crappy thing to do and could land you in legal hot water if they decided to pursue it. Also, if you've already sold First Rights, you can't turn around and sell them again, even if the story hasn't been published yet. It doesn't work that way.

And to burn a bridge with a well-respected publication (even if it doesn't pay much) is just stupid. Do you think they'll ever want to see another story by this author ever again? Editors talk to each other, too, so you can bet your ass that Itchy Feet's name is being bandied about in coffee shops and via email. Stupid, stupid move. Way to shoot yourself in your Itchy Feet, there, author.

NOW we're cookin'.

Maybe. Although I feel kind of bad about fridging someone in the very first scene, especially since I know who she is now. But it gives my character (who is still nameless! *dies*) even more incentive to find out what really happened.

In other news, my (published) Mom pointed me at a blog post at Spinetingler, wherein we are shown, once again in living color, how not to behave as professional writers. Protip: If you've signed a contract with a publication, you can't just randomly pull out because you like your chances of getting more money elsewhere. That is a really crappy thing to do and could land you in legal hot water if they decided to pursue it. Also, if you've already sold First Rights, you can't turn around and sell them again, even if the story hasn't been published yet. It doesn't work that way.

And to burn a bridge with a well-respected publication (even if it doesn't pay much) is just stupid. Do you think they'll ever want to see another story by this author ever again? Editors talk to each other, too, so you can bet your ass that Itchy Feet's name is being bandied about in coffee shops and via email. Stupid, stupid move. Way to shoot yourself in your Itchy Feet, there, author.

*headdesks repeatedly*

I just realized that this entire story I'm writing is an exercise in mass cliche-ism.

I guess I need to figure out how to run it face-first into the Wall of Wrong.

Sooner would be better. *drums fingers @ Antubis*

*headdesks repeatedly*

I just realized that this entire story I'm writing is an exercise in mass cliche-ism.

I guess I need to figure out how to run it face-first into the Wall of Wrong.

Sooner would be better. *drums fingers @ Antubis*