To: "miss adventure"
From: "nitwit"
Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 23:46:15 EST
Subject: Help!
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> Miss Snark. Love the site, and the humor. Now, on
> to business.
uh huh. Let's take a brief pause here and review.
I am Miss Snark.
I am not Miss Adventure. I'm not Killer Yapp either.
If you want to send a question to Miss Snark, have at it. Do send it to her however, and not to someone who isn't.
10 comments:
Oh my, what happened to the right side column? Coding problem?
Oh shoot - I didn't write you again in my sleep, did I?
*Grin*
I am my own nitwit: this nitwit post convinced me finally to stop acting like my own nitwit. Here's the short story: I used the wonderful Publishers Marketplace to find a great agent
and to see what is being bought and sold. My book has been out to editors for less than a month,but I am using PM as my fall guy. I check it many, many times a day- has my agent sold anything yet? Look! my books probably better than that one! Who would buy a book about...on and on. I love you PM, but I have to say goodbye for my own mental stability. I must write and stop being my own nitwit!
They might not know who you are Miss Snark- but at least they know they are a nitwit. Problem identification is the first step.
Miss Snark is...fill in the blank.
Miss Snark is the Wonderful Agent of Snark.
Anon1, you are not alone. I have the same PM sickness - used it to find an agent, and now that I have one, use it to torment myself hourly. Today, I noticed my heart races whenever I go to the deals page. I thought I was the only one, but now I realize I need to go to PM rehab. And I think we're posting on the wrong thread, so far gone are we.
I hate to tell you this but your email address isnt working. I must have tried it a thousand times.
uranitwit@wtf.com
did i get it wrong?
I'm so frustrated today I could spit. Over on Kristin's blog, she says she's caught up to all queries to some date in February. I never got her reply. I don't know if it's my crazy yahoo.co.uk address or what. I resent my junk. I don't know why. As depressed as I am today, I'm thikin' it was a rejection anyway.
I hate it when E-mail goes missing in cyber space. I think I'm a Luddite at heart. I’d smash all computers, but then I wouldn’t be able play my old Oregon Trail game with my daughter.
So, Miss Yap, I mean Mrs. Snark, errr umm Miss Agent of Mystery, ... I mean Snarkie! I don't remember sending you that email. ... But given that I don't remember yesterday at all, my apologies if I did it.
The access code is xkdvnjy. I belive that means Xandor knows divine valences. New Jersey, Yikes!
;-) doc-t
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