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[chicating]

"our" zine totally has a "Stalker". Basically, she's a writer who has taken the American Persistance Narrative("just keep plugging, sweetie. You'll get it.") to mean sending us scads of...I'm presuming, submissions unseen by human eyes,let alone beta-read, and waiting expectantly like "Now?(pause) How about now

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[scrappylj]

Wehn I read scripts for a theater, we'd get plays submitted every day which were barely literate, let alone doable. Some of them clearly took a lot of work--a play about Christopher Columbus which was 700 pages long, for exanple (since plays tend to run a page a minute, that's LOOOOONG evening). I was always shocked by the people who submitted plays which were unperformable--like having long descriptive passages with no dialogue. These people had it together enough to type a manuscript and find the address of the theater and write a cover letter, but had clearly never been to a play in their lives.

[chicating]

I didn't know that...the page a minute thing, but I stopped writing skits in my teens.
700? Dear lord. Your audience would BEG for the funny syphillis.
Yeah, this is totally different from not knowing what's commercial, because I'm not there yet either. But she needs to *practice* and show work to people who can help her...that's not our job. If I got her e, and told her that, would it be overstepping? Probably, huh?
But I'm tired of panning her again and again.