What would you say to a wanna be writer who just deleted his 4 month old blog in a fit of drama before he had a chance to shyly ask you to look at it, to see what he knew was good stuff, to maybe give him some encouragement about this whole writing thing? Who now has only the gall to send you a simple, naked email?First, I'd say, never post directly to a blog. Write in your word processing program and save your entries in a separate file. It's like a journal of sorts. Writing directly to blogs is like talking to the bartender: you may have some great lines, but no one remembers them in the morning unless you write them down.
What do you say to that person who has that soul, who can write, who can make you cry in happiness or in pain, but who doesn't know how to harness that beast? What do you say to that person who reads your little blog, just one of many out there, but who still feels that chain between his soul and yours, and finally, when it's too fucking late, asks you to give him some advice? When clearly it won't do the little fucker any good? What the fuck kind of writer would that be to represent, huh!?
What are you going to say to that person who, after four beers, wrote to you in a fit of self-induced depression about his now-deleted blog that he never had the balls to ask you to look at when it existed, but now thinks he can write some email that, just like that, conquers the Tower of Babel that stood in his way before. Do you say anything? Do you just post the email and and make a snarky comment to it? Whatever. I'll still be here.
This blog is about the business side of publishing. It's not about the art. I could no more tell you what to do at 4am with a crisis of artistic vision than I could fit into Killer Yapp's pink ice booties.
Get a grip.