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matociquala is being sensible over here. Go read.

Slightly related, one of the things that keeps me going in a novel submission process that seems interminable is the conviction that editors really do want to find good books. That editors are not the enemies of authors. Yes, they need to pick and choose; yes, they will reject lots of books; yes, they will probably reject books that don't begin well even if those books become awesome in Chapter 6. But if I didn't believe that editors are fundamentally eager for good books, it would be a good deal harder to keep on with all this. That they're actually looking for the good stuff, not just on a fault-finding mission.

My appetite has wandered off again. If you've spotted my appetite wandering around somewhere, do let me know where it is, and if possible, get it confined in a box or your backyard or something so I can come pick it up. I have fresh cherry tomatoes right off the vine, still warm from the sun. I have a box of Dan's with some of the fruit ones* still left. I have schmancy cheese. I have chili. I have those funky root vegetable chips I like. Do I care? Meh. I do not. I even went and got sandwiches for me and the timprov, and I only hope that he can move himself to care, because the tomato basil bread is not calling my name in the slightest, not even after I smelled it.

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*Why are Americans so sucky at fruit chocolates, compared to the rest of the world? WHY? The English can do them. The French, the Germans, the Belgies, the Swedes and the Norsk, the Russians. I hear the Hungarians like mad. Heaven knows who else, but my assumption is everybody but us. WHY? A good orange chocolate is a thing of such beauty!