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There once was an agent named Snark
Who helped newbies get out of the dark
She retired (a sin!) and strode off with her gin
Just one more post please? What a lark!
Miss Snark, a NY literary agent who posted anonymously wrote her last blog entry one year ago today. Writers still turn to her blog BLOG for the straight skinny.
She terrified me! And intrigued me! And it was HER blog that made me realize that I could write a publishable book, land an agent and become a true writer. Her wit and sarcasm felt as comfortable as an old shoe (fire engine red stiletto, of course.) Her query crapometer and contests still have no peer. Behind the anonymity was a heart of gold and a mind and memory like a steel trap.
People went out of their way to "out" her. I don't know why. The fun of Miss Snark's being anon was that we readers could let our hair down and let the Snark fly. I said things on her blog I'd NEVER say on Agent Kristin's or Nathan Bransford's blogs. Anon or otherwise. Miss Snark gave us writers a place where we too could become fictional, if only for a moment.
So, Miss Snark, what do you say? Fire up the old kitchen extinguisher one more time? Gulp a double Bustelo (I genuflect when I pass this brand of coffee from her favorite bodega in my local store) and give us ONE MORE POST??? Please?
There once was an agent named Snark
Who helped newbies get out of the dark
She retired (a sin!) and strode off with her gin
Just one more post please? What a lark!
Miss Snark, a NY literary agent who posted anonymously wrote her last blog entry one year ago today. Writers still turn to her blog BLOG for the straight skinny.
She terrified me! And intrigued me! And it was HER blog that made me realize that I could write a publishable book, land an agent and become a true writer. Her wit and sarcasm felt as comfortable as an old shoe (fire engine red stiletto, of course.) Her query crapometer and contests still have no peer. Behind the anonymity was a heart of gold and a mind and memory like a steel trap.
People went out of their way to "out" her. I don't know why. The fun of Miss Snark's being anon was that we readers could let our hair down and let the Snark fly. I said things on her blog I'd NEVER say on Agent Kristin's or Nathan Bransford's blogs. Anon or otherwise. Miss Snark gave us writers a place where we too could become fictional, if only for a moment.
So, Miss Snark, what do you say? Fire up the old kitchen extinguisher one more time? Gulp a double Bustelo (I genuflect when I pass this brand of coffee from her favorite bodega in my local store) and give us ONE MORE POST??? Please?
Kim
10 comments:
One more post . . .
On one hand, wouldn't that be nice. Like old times. Like time travel.
On the other hand, the legend, having ridden off into the sunset, must remain there.
NO! I want SuperMan to turn the world backwards. I want fairy tales and the suspension of belief. I want my HEA!!! And I don't even write romance! LOL! I NEED that. I do.
I like old times.... Sniff.
Okay Kim. Admit it. YOU are Ms. Snark, right?
And the blog was all fiction, right? And you're writing a book about the experience.
Right?
OMG no! Miss Snark is in the stratosphere. I am crawling through the adverb and tell don't show mudflats! LOL!
Oh how I miss her and the community of Snarklings. :sigh:
Not as much as I do, Gina.
Every single day.
I don't miss the work (or the mail) but I do miss hanging out with y'all.
Snarklings rock.
This has been such a great day!
I feel like part of a family again...
GAH!!!! MISS SNARK WAS HERE!!!!
Joooooy.
KS
Way cool! It was great "seeing" Miss Snark again. Even if just for a moment.
I think Kim just fainted.
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