Cornelia Reed, who is subbing on Sarah Weinman’s blog, has a new novel coming out soon from Mysterious Press and talks about it in a post:
So mostly I’m in that pre-published bliss state, where everything about
the book itself is still all potential I haven’t screwed up, and I
think of my editor Kristen Weber as this shining distant goddess, like
how Winston Churchill thought of his mother when he was little.
This is the first time in ages that I’ve seen the term "pre-published" used in a way that doesn’t make me cringe all over. In my mind, this is an example of the proper, and only, acceptable use of "pre-published" — i.e. your book has been bought by a publisher and is about to be imminently published. It is not a term that describes an aspiring novelist who dreams of selling his or her book some day.
I was thinking of you when I wrote that, Lee…
…how about when you wrote that blistering hot sex scene in your new book?
I am sad to report that while writing the blistering hot sex scene in my new book I was thinking of Costco. If only I had known then that you eschew all clothing but fashions from that fine outlet’s top designers, it might have been different.
Of course, whenever I think of Costco now, I picture Kelly Lange draped langourously across a piano while her housekeeper struggles homeward with all those extra gallons of milk…
This means it can never again be my “happy place.”