So remember how my sister-in-law told me she wanted me to look at her story? And it turned out that there were no typos or grammatical errors, but was bland and generic besides? You might remember that though I told her and told her I didn’t want to do it, I wound up reading it, because a) she wouldn’t fucking let it go, and b) she assured me it was just for her son, and she just wanted to make sure he ‘didn’t think [she] was an idiot when he grew up and read it’. I sent it back with comments, but not before she’d sent me two messages asking where it was.
Needless to say, she emailed me back and shifted the goal posts.
Now she’s wondering if she revised it, would it have a chance of being published? ‘I mean an extensive revision – you’d probably be co-writing it’ she said. For the love of Jesus titty fucking Claus.
I hate that I had to say no, I don’t think it’s publishable, and I resent that she put me in that position. So I emailed her back, as nicely as possible, telling her what I thought. And telling her I didn’t have time to do an extensive revision, and I couldn’t co-write a children’s book because children’s literature isn’t where my skill is.
Hopefully she doesn’t get offended. It’s not like she’s a friend of a friend who I can just ignore; she’s family and I don’t want any weirdness in our relationship, firstly because for all her shortcomings I do like her, secondly because it’s such a fucking cliché for the sister-in-laws to be bitching at one another.
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