It's just the words that are wrong  . . .


I was in the city last night for ITW's annual Thrillerfest Awards Dinner and some of the parties that followed.  R.L. Stine of Goosebumps, et al, fame, was the main honoree, and was his usual witty and unassuming self.

Even a mega-bestselling writer like Stine can have an interesting relationship with his editors.

"I got one manuscript back," he told the audience, "with the comment on the front - 'This is a great manuscript. It's just the words that are wrong.' "

The editor, by the way, was at her table nodding and laughing, so it seems to have been a true story - you can never tell with a fiction writer.

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