Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never.
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
O, O, O, O.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Rejections, Suggestions, Riddle Me This
If you have ever had a poem come back with revision suggestions, "change this change that," "we like it but" ... what did you do? I would really like to hear about it. Did you make the changes?