I imagined L.L. Barkat and her daughter sitting together in their dining room (sunset yellow) talking about this new editor they’d taken on. In my daydream, they would look at the draft I submitted on Voice and shake their heads. Sara would raise a fork full of rice and spicy lentils to her mouth and say, “I’m sure glad I’m not the Managing Editor. What are you going to do?”
Some days, a writer just doesn’t sound like herself. Like, um, yesterday, when I turned in a piece on Voice for our book club on Rumors of Water over at Tweetspeak. And the Managing Editor had to tell me something hard.
Swing on over and find out what it sounded like. You can read the post and join the discussion here.