All over the blogosphere I would hear about people joining THE CLUB.
You know, the CP club or Beta club.
They would hang out in clicks, drink writer's drinks, & dance like rowdy party animals.
I didn't have a pass in, being the new kid, but I could hear them thumping red pens to some wicked tunes.
SONGS CP's or Beta's JAM TO:
1. Your "Voice" is oh, so good
2. I can't seem to shake these plot holes
3. Prose my story playa!
4. You have dope MCs MR. DJ!
5. I aen't speel notin wroung sence I met youu
THEN ONE SPECIAL DAY...
The birds came flying in opening my curtains. A doe nudged me awake while my husband came in with my four kids singing "The Sound of Music" in unison all while carrying a metal tray of delectable breakfast treats. And a familiar white owl swooped in with a letter.
I broke the red seal and read:
"Tammy dearest oh, Tammy dearest. Where for out though...oh forget it!
Would you care to beta read my third Coulter book?"
LATER THAT NIGHT....
I was at that darn club. That elite club. I dressed in my best Jessica Rabbit dress, and sashayed up to Elizabeth Seckman and said:
"YES! Yes, I'll marry, I mean...beta read for you!"
CLIFF NOTES VERSION: I'M A BATA, I mean, BETA READER NOW!!
LEDGE NOTES VERSION: She's gonna hit it out the ballpark with her 3rd book!!
TO THE EDGE NOTES VERSION: It's about a Coulter... my only hint!
HOW DID YOU FEEL THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE ASKED TO BETA READ???