It has been two very short (but also very long) months since INTERN first entered Venerable McPulitzer's well-oiled doors and, as hinted yesterday, INTERN's time at that discerning establishment is almost at its conclusion. INTERN had discussed the possibility of a shorter-than-usual term with Venny McP in advance and now, with one month remaining until her own book comes out, it seems fair to say that her time would be better spent pleasing her (regal and angelic) publicist than cleaning out Venny McP's distinguished office supply closet for the second time in a month.
Not everyone has the luxury of quitting their COMPLETELY UNPAID job in order to focus on book promotion, manuscript critiques, and the occasional spring mushroom foray, but the oracular chickens have smiled on INTERN in this respect and she is ready to roll.
At Venerable McPulitzer, INTERN learned the art of writing incisive manuscript assessments, using a soft and discreet Telephone Voice when speaking to important-but-obscure surrealist authors, and printing every rejection letter twelve times (at unspeakable expense to Canadian old-growth forests) in order to select only the printout on the crispest page, with the sharpest ink, to convey Venerable McPulitzers heartfelt regrets. It has been a somewhat absurd experience, but a good one overall.
INTERN will still be offering manuscript critiques and other editorial services, and will continue to update this blog (although, of course, the direction it will take is unclear!)
Tomorrow is INTERN's requisite Awkward Goodbye Luncheon with Executive Ed and his Venerable Rockettes...wish her luck!