Mad Max may be gone, but Miss Snark, the Literary Agent has arrived. I sense a conspiracy here.
Miss Snark’s entries are composed of enraged one-sentence paragraphs, depicting an attention span forever at war with the attention-seeking world around her. Who knows? She could very well be your agent.
(via Jimmy Beck @ the Hag’s)
Wow. She’s certainly got a lot of fire in her belly.
My agent’s so sweet. Hope she doesn’t call me a ‘fuckwit’ behind my back.