tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post2042151964900593493..comments2024-03-29T07:43:01.003+00:00Comments on Help! I Need a Publisher!: AN AGENT ADVISES AND I FILL IN THE GAPS WITH SOME FEETNicola Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189894289540344094noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-27313737309943710132009-05-18T15:53:00.000+01:002009-05-18T15:53:00.000+01:00I'm in the process of writing my first book (n...I'm in the process of writing my first book (niche non-fiction), and could really use some advice. The unusual thing about my book is that every copy has to have 1-2 pages of unique text. (Similar to kiddie books in which the child's name is inserted.) I need a professional looking end product, at a cost that allows me some room for profit at a $15-ish retail price.<br><br>Have contactedJoelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11725695413659003149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-36319576019040904112009-05-15T19:26:00.000+01:002009-05-15T19:26:00.000+01:00Feet on a seat comes high in my list of pet hates....Feet on a seat comes high in my list of pet hates. It happens a lot on local bus journeys. I'm sick to death of seeing people with their feet up on the seat and they're often wearing muddy shoes. People have to sit there when they've gone. Oh, don't get me started... It infuriates me.Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03834219386682067062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-67906337354499526602009-05-15T10:39:00.000+01:002009-05-15T10:39:00.000+01:00I too hate feet, particularly bare ones belonging ...I too hate feet, particularly bare ones belonging to a stranger.<br><br>Regarding the lesson of today, how to write a good MS, isn't it true what some-one once said about killing your babies? Take out all bits that you are particularly proud of, sentences you've slaved over and think will win you the next Booker Prize. They’re bound to be the skanky bits of your body no-one wants to see.Helena Halmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02658858373848443540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-10295776270577761032009-05-15T08:47:00.000+01:002009-05-15T08:47:00.000+01:00Sally - at last: I am inspirational! (Or was it ...Sally - at last: I am inspirational! (Or was it just the feet ...?)Nicola Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12189894289540344094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-77540623772371771032009-05-15T08:24:00.000+01:002009-05-15T08:24:00.000+01:00I hope you said something. I would have. I can hea...I hope you said something. I would have. I can hear myself now. 'You may think your feet are beautiful and we are all agog with their beauty and radiance. But let me tell you; they are ugly, disgusting and are probably even now depositing all manner of fungal spores and bacteria for some unsuspecting future traveller to catch.'<br><br>Then again, if she was bigger than me I might have Sally Zigmondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07520579251842006765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-3795514093179507872009-05-15T04:04:00.000+01:002009-05-15T04:04:00.000+01:00Ooooh. I wore several nice blisters into my feet y...Ooooh. <br><br>I wore several nice blisters into my feet yesterday. I understand the desire to get out of the offending shoes and prop up your feet. If it had been a long train ride, I'd have been tempted to do the same thing. <br><br>Still, I would have loosely wrapped them in a coat or something first!!! (How would that figure into the foot flashing/ writing metaphor, I wonder?)<br><br>GladSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06909176210194176373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-37058117314424136062009-05-14T23:47:00.000+01:002009-05-14T23:47:00.000+01:00I like feet, but only my own.Once, on an aeroplane...I like feet, but only my own.<br><br>Once, on an aeroplane, the person behind us took his shoes off and shoved his feet waaaaay under my husband's seat. <br><br>We thought there was something dead stuck in the chair. We called the attendant and he found us some new seats.<br><br>But HONESTLY PEOPLE! KEEP YER DAMN BOOTS ON WHEN YOU'RE IN PUBLIC.<br><br>Thank you. I feel a strange sense of Ebony McKenna.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02724727996270658767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-5445445018598255542009-05-14T22:09:00.000+01:002009-05-14T22:09:00.000+01:00Thanks for the great link, and what a picture. Tha...Thanks for the great link, and what a picture. That is epic. :)<br><br>Cheers!Weronikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02578288655500573458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-16128239589177685302009-05-14T21:48:00.000+01:002009-05-14T21:48:00.000+01:00Oh Nicola, some warning, please!'This blog con...Oh Nicola, some warning, please!<br>'This blog contains images which some readers may find disturbing; while others may need to be coaxed down from the ceiling where they cling by their fingernails in terror.' Something like that. In colours.<br>(I hate feet.)Elen Caldecotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00445201005486291612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488887316391780144.post-84747734422183570882009-05-14T21:38:00.000+01:002009-05-14T21:38:00.000+01:00Are those feet green?! Eww.I will check out Mr. Lo...Are those feet green?! Eww.<br><br>I will check out Mr. Lownie's site forthwith - thanks for the link and good to have you back.Donna Hosiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12187352517533231683noreply@blogger.com