Chapter 70 070 Submission Rejected (please collect votes to read)
"Xiao Fang, your views are basically similar to mine." At this time, Jia Pingwa interjected: "I just talked to Lu Yao In the article, Ma Jianqiang portrays these virtues too perfectly: integrity, selflessness, perseverance, self-respect, and willingness to help others. In reality, this kind of person is a role model for giving reports on stage, but he is not suitable for being the protagonist of a novel."
< br>Lu Yao looked a little embarrassed after hearing this.
"However, Brother Lu, your novel also surpasses many people's works, but it is slightly inferior to "Life"." Fang Minghua comforted:
"The problem is, Brother Lu, "Life" is really well written, but its disadvantage is that it is like a mountain you have built on your way forward. Now you have to work hard to climb over it. "
"Haha, that's what I mean too. It's most difficult for a writer to surpass himself." Jia Pingwa laughed.
Lu Yao sighed softly after hearing this.
“Okay, let’s not talk about me, let’s talk about Xiao Fang’s novel.” Lu Yao changed the topic and said frankly: “Actually, I didn’t understand this novel.”
“Don’t understand?”
“Yes, four seemingly independent stories are merged together. Your way of writing seems to be a popular stream of consciousness in the West?”
"Yes."
"I don't really like this way of writing. I still like realistic writing techniques." Lu Yao said.
"I like Xiao Fang's article very much. It is a bold attempt. There are not many writers on stream of consciousness in China." Jia Pingwa took the topic and looked at Fang Minghua: "Where are you going to invest? ?"
"Just vote for "Yanhe""
Fang Minghua said.
I am still working for a magazine, so of course I have to submit to my own magazine’s publications first.
After hearing this, Jia Pingwa shook her head and turned to look at Lu Yao: "Do you think she will be adopted by Editor He?"
"It's difficult, I know her very well and her writing style is quite conservative. "Not only her, but you didn't find that the entire writing style of "Yanhe" magazine is relatively conservative?" Lu Yao replied.
Indeed.
Fang Minghua nodded.
Perhaps it is because of the history of Qin Province that the soil here is too heavy? Always be slow to accept new things.
"Then I'll vote for "Chang'an"? You'll see it and say it's okay." Fang Minghua looked at Jia Pingwa again.
Jia Pingwa now works as an editor for another magazine in Xijing City, the literary monthly "Chang'an".
“No, our temple is too small to accommodate your giant Buddha, so this article has been buried.” Jia Pingwa joked.
"You'd better vote for a magazine from Yanjing. It's the capital city. It's very inclusive and influential." He finally suggested.
But Fang Minghua finally decided to give "Yanhe" a try.
President Huang is pretty good to himself, as well as Dong Mo.
Let’s talk if it doesn’t work.
Now that the decision was made, Fang Minghua did not hesitate and handed the manuscript directly to Stanley Ho the next morning. As expected, Stanley Ho called Fang Minghua to her office in the afternoon.
The attitude is very kind but the content of the words
"Xiao Fang, this novel of yours is of a very low standard. How can it be understood in the fog? You should learn from Lu Yao, stick to the realistic creative path, and continue writing scar literature. Military novels are also acceptable."
"Editor He, I have been learning from Brother Lu."
Fang Minghua's attitude made Stanley Ho very satisfied.
"It doesn't matter, just write another article, I'm optimistic about you!"
Fang Minghua returned to the dormitory with his manuscript.
When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Lu Yao came over specifically to ask Fang Minghua about the matter.
"How is it? I heard that it failed?"
Fang Minghua nodded.
"It doesn't matter. Although Editor He and I don't appreciate this writing technique, it doesn't mean that no one appreciates it. Listen to Pingwa and try another company." Lu Yao comforted.
"Brother Lu, where are you going to invest?" Fang Minghua asked.
""Contemporary". Zhang Ling, the editor of "Youth Literature", once urged me to write the second part of "Life", but I didn't write it, so I was embarrassed to submit it to her again, so I planned to submit it to "Contemporary"."
Speaking of this, Lu Yao laughed: "Both of my novellas were adopted by "Contemporary". I think "Contemporary" is my blessed place."
Superstitious about this?
In fact, there is a certain truth. Many magazine editors appreciate a certain writer's article, and the probability of his article being adopted is higher. After Lu Yao left, Fang Minghua made himself a cup of tea and thought about this issue.
According to Lu Yao's thinking, he only had two novels in this era. "Into the Dust" was submitted to "Yanhe", and the other "Youth" was adopted by both "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" and "October" .
Now the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe" has clearly expressed his refusal. It is obviously inappropriate to submit to "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art". This magazine mainly publishes novels and essays on military themes. It is obviously inappropriate to publish a novel in the style of stream of consciousness. Match the style of the magazine.
Only "October" is left.
How about giving it a try?
Today is already late, I will send it out early tomorrow morning.
After riding home, my sister was also at home. After the whole family finished eating, my father went outside to play chess under the street lights, my mother went to visit, and my sister sat on a small stool with a radio and listened to English.
Goodmorning.
Good morning.
Goodmorning.
Good morning.
I'm looking for Mr. Robinson.
I'm looking for Mr. Robinson.
Fang Mingli listened to the English program "FollowMe".
On January 5, 1982, CCTV introduced my country's first original version of the British BBC situational conversational English teaching program. CCTV soon followed suit, and the streets and alleys in the country were filled with "London sound".
Fang Mingli is a loyal listener of the show.
Fang Minghua had nothing to do. He watched his sister reading aloud seriously, and suddenly thought of something: "Little sister, I wrote a new novel and just finished it. Do you want to read it?"
Fang Mingli knew that her brother was busy recently. I was writing a new novel and often didn't go home. Now when I heard him say this, I immediately replied: "Okay."
She put down the radio, took the manuscript handed over by her brother, and read it carefully.
Fang Minghua took the radio. He was not interested in English programs or anything like that. He randomly tuned the station and heard a man's voice.
"Yang Qilang rode alone to Youzhou to relieve the siege, killing three gates. He was so tired that his helmet was tilted with flying armor, his robe was wavy, and his eyes were so hungry that there were golden flowers. He asked Pan Renmei for food. Pan Renmei won’t give it”
It's Shan Tianfang's long storytelling "Yang Family General"!
This is interesting.
Fang Minghua held the radio and listened with great interest.
After a while, Fang Minghua just heard "If you want to know what happened next time, please listen to the breakdown next time." At this time, his sister also raised her head and looked at him.
“Brother, I don’t understand what you wrote.”
"Why?"
"I feel very confused and foggy. It seems like something is being said, but it seems like nothing is being said.
"This is what happened at the English Corner before the Chinese New Year last year. What kind of stream of consciousness were you talking about with that professor from another college? "
Fang Mingli thought of something and added.
"Yes. ”
"Brother, I guess not many college students in our school can understand this novel."
That's true.
When the movie Jiang Wen was made, not many people understood it.
My sister continued to practice her accent with the radio, while Fang Minghua put away his speech notes and thought about this issue.
“Among young people, no one really understands?”
Fang Minghua suddenly thought of Song Tangtang in southern Xinjiang. Can she understand?
Didn’t she write a letter saying that if she wrote a good novel, let her read it?
Send it to her?
No, going back and forth for at least twenty days is really a waste of time.
Would you like another copy?
Fortunately, it’s only 50,000 words
I’m copying and revising at the same time, going through the manuscript again to keep improving.
This shot must be fired!
Now that he had decided, Fang Minghua stayed in the house for a while, then rode to his work, made tea and began to revise it seriously.
Stay up late.
Get it done as soon as possible.
Thanks to Guan Hamburg and Book Friends 20190214183755410 for their monthly votes
(End of this chapter)