Editorial Services - FIRE SALE!

bethanyzaiatz:

Beta-Reading/Book Doctoring/Developmental Editing Services

WHAT YOU GET: A professional editor will read your manuscript and file a report that includes minor grammar/spelling corrections, recommendations to improve your story, and publication advice specific to the particular manuscript submitted.

COST: $0.0010 per word

!!!!! FIRE SALE FOR MAY 2013 ONLY !!!!!

FOR A FINANCIAL DONATION OF ANY AMOUNT BETWEEN $1-$25 YOU CAN RECEIVE THE PROFESSIONAL EDITORIAL SERVICES DESCRIBED ABOVE FOR ANY WRITTEN WORK UP TO 30k WORDS.

If you would like to receive these services for a manuscript longer than 30k words, please contact me via askbox to negotiate a rate.

QUALIFICATIONS: B.A. in English from Pine Manor College (2009); nearly five years of professional editorial experience with Circlet Press; two years as an acquisitions intern for Eire-Ireland— the Irish American Cultural Institute’s internationally recognized, top-rated, interdisciplinary journal of Irish studies.

My professional experience has been predominantly oriented towards erotic science fiction/fantasy but my personal genre interests are vast and varied. Fiction or nonfiction; short stories, poetry, or novels; children’s books, YA, or adult; genre-fiction or highbrow literary works— I read and love it all!

CONTACT: Make a payment (between $1-$25) via the Paypal button on my tumblr page and be sure to include your email address so I can contact you for the manuscript you would like to have edited.

Why so cheap? (The Sob Story part…)

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ask-cockyripper-douche:

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“Lets not flatter ourselves too much now, mystery girl.”  Stefan had stepped close enough to extend two fingers, lightly placing to her chin.  Having a foot of height over her, the vampire gently tilted her head upward, locking eyes in attempt to cast his influence of compulsion over her mind.  ”Actually…  you’ll be my play thing this evening.  You’ll do as I say, and if I’m feeling charitable … you just might get out alive.  We’ll see how you do.” He dictated.  However, with every word, he hadn’t felt an interlocked connection that he’d typically felt when locking ties with susceptible human mind.  Stefan kept his light grip of fingers on her chin, awaiting a trance-induced verification.

[ooc. LMFAO. he’ll try compelling her anyway]

Senna played along for a moment though— or at least gave the appearance of playing along. As soon as she realized what the vampire was attempting, the young witch cast a subtle illusion. As far as he saw, she still stood exactly where she had the moment before, her head still in his hands. But the real Senna, invisible to him now, took a few steps backwards out of his grasp. And once safely there, she finally allowed her illusionary self, her double, to drop the act of a compliant compelled little snack to offer up a playfully innocent expression.

“Is that the best you can do?” Her double asked, even as the true Senna stood apart, silent, and still hidden by the illusion she cast— all part of her pre-emptive measures of security so that whatever violent reprisal the vampire might attempt would be directed in the wrong direction.

[[ooc: sorry stefan.]]

Anonymous asked: why is the queen fucking the huntsman such an exciting concept to you?

hotelsongs:

I wrote this up originally as a skeleton, when it hit me (somewhat belatedly as it is very obvious) that EVERY DYNAMIC I LOVE IS THIS SHIP. EVERY DYNAMIC I LOVE CAN BE PARSED THROUGH THE VOCABULARY OF THIS SHIP. Try me, test me; if I like it, there’s about a 98% guarantee I’ll be able to write you an essay in pure allegory. (Exhibit A)

But let’s talk this through in detail. What is it about this dynamic that speaks to me louder than any other? Let’s all gather round for a seminar in ~WHAT ISABEL TALKS ABOUT WHEN SHE TALKS ABOUT QUEEN/HUNTSMAN SHIPS~

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ask-cockyripper-douche:

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I’ve got news for you too, babe. I’ve absolutely nothing to do tonight.  Guess what happens next—

ooc. do you think she’d be able to get compelled? I’m thinking no

You’re going to invite me out for an ice cream?

[[ooc: yeah, no. sorry, stefan! no witchy chew toy for you.]] 

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett (via them-witches)

ask-cockyripper-douche:

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What’re you- a walking encyclopedia?
  It’s Stefan. { His lips curl into a cheeky grin }  —Consider me somewhat convinced from your rambling.  Do you go babbling about to any sorry bastard you find, or did I just get lucky?    

You are exceedingly lucky.