Little Known Legends and Picky Muses
In any case, I expanded on the only four lines of information I found on this forest chick from Hungary, and got about seven pages of whiny, "please don't forget me" crap. It's what they're getting. Hopefully, they'll be full of advice on how to save this wreck, and I can churn out something more appropriate before I need to send it to publishers.
Oh well. I get my POV story back tomorrow, and I'll be able to see how well the "cute" genre works. I don't have high hopes. But if they want one a week, they're gonna need to lower their expectations. My poor muse is running dry.
Now, I need to go grade about twelve first reads, by Monday at midnight. It should take about six hours, all told, and I plan to leave most of that for tomorrow. Last night, I went to bed at five, and I'm not interested in repeating that. (I don't usually make it a habit to stay up that late, SR, but when the bedraggled muse finally speaks, I obey.) Oh well. I can squeeze in about two before bed tonight, and then call it a day.
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