I'm not a nurse or a doctor or a soldier or a cop or a firefighter

or a billionaire.
What can I do?

Hey, I have skills. I can give people SHIT ABOUT THEIR WRITING! And I've figured out how I can help Katrina victims with this amazing, life-saving skill.

I think I'm going to adopt the Monica Jackson method, pick your favorite style of critiquing. Her critique is going for big bucks.

Can you say overexposure? Because sometime this week another auction is going to show up with a critique from me. Here's the first. It's being run by Amy. You can find my print books at this auction too.

It's for a good cause, benefitting author Inga Mahn, who lost almost everything in the flood (she saved kids, pets and computer).

I'm not too proud to use pathos and, after months of running contests, I know how.

Think Jerry Lewis at the end of one of those telethons, back when he had what it took. Tears, trembling hands, big white handkerchief.

It's painful for all of us.

Please, don't make me look bad. Bid on this. Or this. Or this.

Comments

  1. Douglas Hoffman8:55 PM

    Good on ya! You bestselling author you. I didn't realize you and Monica were such big names, ignorant turd that I am. I'll have to show more respect around here ;o)

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  2. Kate8:57 PM

    uh oh. Best-selling? Uh oh. AAAAAAMMMMYYY.

    Monica is a big name, yes.
    I'm not.

    Why do you think I'm so worried about this bidding crap? You don't see Jennifer Crusie worrying about people bidding on her contest.

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  3. domynoe10:51 PM

    At least you're a name. I'm only a name in my critique group and some days I fear that name isn't too pleasant. ;)

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  4. Kate11:16 AM

    Phew.

    Joely Sue and Barbara, I love you.

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