Comments on: Guest Blog: The Platinum Rule by Tosca Lee http://kevinskaiser.com/2009/11/17/guest-blog-the-platinum-rule-by-tosca-lee/ Sat, 26 Feb 2011 16:33:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Mary DeMuth http://kevinskaiser.com/2009/11/17/guest-blog-the-platinum-rule-by-tosca-lee/comment-page-1/#comment-597 Mary DeMuth Thu, 19 Nov 2009 01:50:24 +0000 http://kevinskaiser.com/?p=737#comment-597 I am passionate about helping writers, but I do admit there are times when I have helping-fatigue. Thanks, Tosca, for highlighting how to kindly approach an author for help. Eventually, I realized that I spent a huge amount of time helping writers via email. I knew I couldn't continue down that path and still meet my own deadlines. So I created a blog where writers could discover how to get published. This solved my desire to help and my time issue. I am passionate about helping writers, but I do admit there are times when I have helping-fatigue. Thanks, Tosca, for highlighting how to kindly approach an author for help.

Eventually, I realized that I spent a huge amount of time helping writers via email. I knew I couldn’t continue down that path and still meet my own deadlines. So I created a blog where writers could discover how to get published. This solved my desire to help and my time issue.

]]> By: Caleb http://kevinskaiser.com/2009/11/17/guest-blog-the-platinum-rule-by-tosca-lee/comment-page-1/#comment-594 Caleb Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:47:00 +0000 http://kevinskaiser.com/?p=737#comment-594 Thank you for sharing this with us, Tosca. In all of my writing endeavors, nothing tempts my fingers to tremble more than a cover letter. It’s a fear similar to that of a young man approaching the father of his true love. When I met my now father-in-law (F.I.L.) a few years back at a Dairy Queen, preparing myself to pop the date-your-daughter question, I felt fake. Not the traditional fake, as if trying to win FIL’s heart with a bogus best-foot-forward, but fake in that I could not be myself. I knew FIL would be giving me an inward thumbs-up or thumbs-down throughout the conversation, subconsciously creating in his mind the kind of man I was. So, naturally (wince), all of those ridiculous popup questions started bombarding my mind like spam. What if my humor came off as arrogance? What if my manners came off as kissing up? And suddenly, all because of mind-tricking mishmash, I was no longer Caleb. Pathetic, I know. But all of this is to say THANK YOU, Tosca, for a few more tidbits that I will keep in mind the next time I approach “FIL.” P.S. Dairy Queen, what was I thinking? Thank you for sharing this with us, Tosca. In all of my writing endeavors, nothing tempts my fingers to tremble more than a cover letter. It’s a fear similar to that of a young man approaching the father of his true love.

When I met my now father-in-law (F.I.L.) a few years back at a Dairy Queen, preparing myself to pop the date-your-daughter question, I felt fake. Not the traditional fake, as if trying to win FIL’s heart with a bogus best-foot-forward, but fake in that I could not be myself.

I knew FIL would be giving me an inward thumbs-up or thumbs-down throughout the conversation, subconsciously creating in his mind the kind of man I was. So, naturally (wince), all of those ridiculous popup questions started bombarding my mind like spam. What if my humor came off as arrogance? What if my manners came off as kissing up? And suddenly, all because of mind-tricking mishmash, I was no longer Caleb.

Pathetic, I know. But all of this is to say THANK YOU, Tosca, for a few more tidbits that I will keep in mind the next time I approach “FIL.”

P.S. Dairy Queen, what was I thinking?

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