The stuffy-head, fever, take-over-the-world medicine At least I’m not claustrophobic
Feb 11

Being, as I am, deep into the last rewrite of my novel, I’ve been kind of unaware of my surroundings. Perhaps because of this, last night I had another visit from my resident writing critic:

The first thing he told me was to “keep the scene with the cows.” Since my book doesn’t have any cows, I’m thinking he had me confused with James Patterson.

Then he tried to convince me that any book that stars a moose as its main character is sure to be a bestseller.

I tried to make him understand that the chicks don’t really dig moose, but he wouldn’t listen. We exchanged our differing points of view in a civilized fashion, and then he ate my bushes.

After I’m published, do you think I’ll rate a better class of critic?

This post is critiquing the others over at humor-blogs.com.

8 Responses to “I hope he doesn’t eat his promo copy”

  1. Pinhole Says:

    I didn’t think there was a better class of critic.

  2. wolf Says:

    I just want one that doesn’t devour my landscaping.

  3. Montucky Says:

    I think if the worst thing a critic does to you is trim up your landscape, you’re in pretty good shape. If I thought I’d attract critics like that I’d start writing right away!

  4. wolf Says:

    You’re right - I doubt Dan Brown’s detractors trim his hedges.

  5. Preposterous Ponderings Says:

    Awwwww he’s cute you should invite him in for a little snack!

  6. wolf Says:

    I would, but I’m pretty sure he’s full.

  7. WordVixen Says:

    Dude, chicks dig moose. Particularly chocolate mouse, but we’re not that picky. Really. At least, when it comes to moose, mouse, or meese.

  8. wolf Says:

    Well, he’s not chocolate - unless you count his color. Should I send him your way? He might be willing to share his critical views.

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