Adventures in Editing

The book slid out of the editor’s envelope heavy with prose, adjectives leaching from the pages into indigo pools. She found herself not trimming fat, no, but mopping at pools of description in frantic haste. In the end she simply made a dam of bone-dry Hemingway and soaked up the drops of punctuation with a chapbook of e e cummings.

Ah well, she hadn’t like those shoes anyway.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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