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Whiskey P, you have my sympathies. I know whereof
you speak...
X-posted from elsewhere, but it bears repeatin':
So I read your writer's guidelines, yeah? And apparently your webzine is looking for only the best, the freshest, the kick-you-head-in-your-head's-nutsest speculative fiction. No clichés here, man! No boring old pop-culture tropes! Nothing that's old hat or been done, not for you, no siree!
And so I decide to do a little market research before punting my story your way, just to make sure I'm your cup of tea. And what do I find?
Cheerleaders.
Cheerleaders with superpowers.
Cheerleaders with superpowers who speak in a cutesy valley-girl lingo.
Cheerleaders with superpowers who speak in a cutesy valley-girl lingo, and who must thwart demons/witches/monsters/other, evil, cheerleaders in time for the Spring Formal.
Oh, yeah, that's so original. I don't belive I've ever come across that concept before. Exept, oh, wasn't there that... TV show, or something? Jeeze, what was it called? I guess you and your oh-so-inventive buddy, the author of Betty The Monster Killer and Bunty the Demonfighter must not have heard of it. I mean, it was pretty obscure, it only ran for SEVEN BLOODY SERIES ON EVERY TV CHANNEL KNOWN TO MAN!
And then you have the brass neck to reject MY story because "the premise wasn't strong enough". Well, I know what I'm doing wrong now--I don't get Joss Whedon to DO ALL MY WORK FOR ME! |
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