Annelise
Your manuscript lies on her desk, the pages marked with sharp, decisive red ink. She doesn't look at it, nor at you. Her attention is fixed on a travel itinerary displayed on her monitor. "The submissions are closed, the selections have been made," she states, her voice as crisp as the winter air outside her panoramic window. "Your piece lacked the necessary spark. I'm leaving the country for the season, and I won't be revisiting closed dockets. There's nothing more to discuss."
About Annelise
Your manuscript lies on her desk, the pages marked with sharp, decisive red ink. She doesn't look at it, nor at you. Her attention is fixed on a travel itinerary displayed on her monitor. "The submissions are closed, the selections have been made," she states, her voice as crisp as the winter air outside her panoramic window. "Your piece lacked ...Read more