Grasp the farming script in the famous book

After Roland became the "chef" in the big house, he quickly got to know all the tenants.

A lady surnamed Norton, after hearing that Roland was also writing, made up her mind to bring her into the cultural circle of New York.

Roland asked Miss Norton curiously: "Aren't you surprised that my career doesn't seem to have anything to do with writing?"

Miss Norton smiled understandingly: "If I met you in other places, I might not believe that you can write. But this is New York."

Roland immediately understood.

"I'm going to take you to the salon, and there are many writers there who have all kinds of eccentricities. I like to cook by myself, but it's really not a hobby that runs counter to writing."

Miss Norton kept her promise and took Roland to a literary salon.

Here, Roland even met several famous writers who can occupy a place in the textbooks of literary history.

And she is not born with stage fright, and speaks French very well, with a pure Parisian accent.Therefore, he quickly got the attention of several French literati, and gradually became familiar with others.

Roland didn't express her opinions easily. She sat and listened to other people's opinions most of the time, and occasionally provided a comment of her own.

Although she has never been a literati, her views are incisive, unique, and very avant-garde in this plane.

"Miss March, it was very interesting talking to you."

An old man with white beard and hair talked to her in French; "You are the most pioneering writer I have ever seen."

Roland blushed slightly, thinking: She is from later generations, if others don't think she is avant-garde, it means that she is actually an old antique with outdated thinking.

"Then Miss March, what brought you to New York?" the old man asked curiously.

Roland rolled her eyes. She didn't want to say empty words praising New York. Besides, she was the youngest and most junior person in the whole salon, so it didn't matter if she lowered her profile.

So she laughed and said, "It's because I once received a rejection letter, which stated that mail submissions from the entire New England region were not accepted. If you want to submit a manuscript, you can only come to New York in person... "

Before she finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the salon.

""fire

Mountain Weekly, hahaha..."

"It's the only house that looks like this."

"However, this is also very good, otherwise how could you bring such a talented young lady to us?"

"..."

Roland was a little surprised: it turned out that she was not the only one being treated by Volcano Weekly.

"Have you been to the editorial office of Volcano Weekly?" A middle-aged man surnamed Melville asked.

Roland shook his head.

"I was rejected by "Volcano Weekly" many times back then. However, I have to say that Dashwood did give me a lot of pertinent opinions, even if it was not very helpful for literature, but commercially. But it's really not small." Another woman in the salon commented.

"By the way, Miss March, go see Mr. Dashwood—don't promise him anything, don't change what he said, and listen to what he thinks of your article before you speak." Melville suggested to Roland .

Just like that, two days later, Roland came to the editorial office, which was so proud that he refused to be thousands of miles away, and sat across from Mr. Dashwood's desk.

This messy office is really unflattering: the room is full of outdated periodicals and manuscripts, the room is full of smoke, and three large men are smoking - obviously a fire hazard - and one of the men even put the The feet in the boots were raised, casually resting on the table.

Roland didn't think about fire safety for now.

Standing in front of the desk, she asked steadily, "Excuse me, who is Mr. Dashwood?"

No one cares about him.

Roland's lips curled up: "Mr. Melville suggested that I visit Mr. Dashwood."

"What? Melville who wrote Moby-Dick..."

Among the three men, one of them almost spat out his cigarette holder because he was so surprised.

The one who had crossed his feet earlier also quickly put his feet off the table, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and stared at Roland suspiciously: "Miss, you are..."

"I've mailed you manuscripts before, but I've been told that mail isn't accepted in New England. So I'm sending them in person."

"oh oh……"

Because of Melville's recommendation, Dashwood had to take the manuscripts from Roland with both hands, and put them in his

before.The manuscripts are tied lightly with only a single pink ribbon.

Dashwood: "No binding, good..."

Roland smiled and added: "However, Mr. Melville has never read my manuscript, and he doesn't know my true writing level. Don't be misled by what I just said."

"Please review the manuscript according to your own habits. I will not disturb you."

Roland said goodbye and turned around, leaving the astonished Dashwood behind.

"I'll come back in a week to listen to your advice and guidance." Her parting words were very modest.

Mr. Dashwood, the senior editor, was at his desk: this lady, who looked so young, had read his mind and frightened him with her majestic powers, but refused to continue doing so. Bluff down...

However, in front of him, Dashwood, bluff was of no use.

A week later, when Roland sat in front of Dashwood, she finally felt nervous.

"Farming players" are still not very confident in front of professional editors.

Mr. Dashwood smiled kindly at her, and spread the manuscript before her.

Roland took a look: the manuscript she had written cleanly and neatly, and the manuscript tied up with beautiful ribbons, was now like a pile of waste paper that was crumpled and slowly unfolded.There are various marks on the manuscript, some places need to be deleted, and some places need to be adjusted in order.

These are details, though—how did the editor feel about her article as a whole?

"not bad."

Dashwood commented.

"It started off a bit corny, but thank God I didn't fall asleep."

Roland made a mental note that in the future, the beginning of the article should be more attractive.

"Volcano Weekly is willing to publish your novel if you agree with us to make some minor revisions."

Roland looked at it, nodded, and expressed his willingness to revise the manuscript—the changes in the manuscript were all trivial and did not damage the overall article.

This means that what she wanted to express was expressed.

"The remuneration after publication is 25-30 US dollars, and there may be a slight change according to the number of words."

Roland was happy for a while: the article she wrote was actually the same as when she cut it out.

That long hair is worth the same?

You know she didn't lose that much hair when she wrote this novel.

"If you agree, write your pseudonym here."

Roland nodded, and immediately borrowed a pen from Mr. Dashwood, and signed the name "Roland" at the beginning of the manuscript.

"Miss Roland..."

Mr. Dashwood saw her pseudonym, smiled, and said, "That's what I'll call my author."

"If you have similar stories in the future, you can also give them to me. We do have such a group of readers, and you don't have to worry about losing sales."

"In addition, if you would like to write the story a little longer, as a medium-length or even a long-length novel, please contact me. "Weekly" has a recommended publication channel."

"Really?"

This time it was Roland's turn to be pleasantly surprised.

Does she really have the ability to write novels?

Or is it just that the plane gave her the same preferential treatment as the original characters?

She was feeling anxious when Dashwood suddenly reminded her: "Miss Roland, but please remember one thing. I noticed that you like to use women as your protagonists."

"Ok?"

Roland's original intention of creation is actually to write his own experience, his own state of mind, and his own story-it is an inevitable choice to take women as the protagonist.

"Remember, if you write a story like this, please marry her at the end. Give her a fulfilling home."

"Really?" Roland asked uncertainly, "I want to express the gradually rising independent consciousness of modern women in the article. For these women, their life value is not reflected in whether they are married or not..."

Mr. Dashwood interrupted her directly: "You have no problem expressing these things. We are a modern country, and New York has a tolerant society... But! Let your heroine get married."

"It keeps your print volume guaranteed."

The expression on Dashwood's face seemed to be admonishing Roland: Don't be stupid!

Roland was still wondering: "I still don't quite understand... Since I can express this, why can't my heroine be celibate all the time, just until the end of the article, not for a lifetime..."

Dashwood was no longer impatient: "The publishing industry has suffered several times, and the author

The reader wants to express female independence, which is fine, but the reader just likes to see the prince and princess get married and live happily ever after. "

"Even if you know what the reality will be like in your heart, readers have only one wish, and that is to make your protagonist happy. Happiness equals marriage!"

Happiness equals marriage? !

Roland was speechless.

There are so many unlucky marriages in this world, and so many silent unhappiness after marriage...Why is the only thing that the publishing industry emphasizes on getting the protagonists in the book to get married?It seems that the characters can live out the rest of their lives without any worries?

Could this be... the sequelae of the prince and princess?

But Mr. Dashwood made up his mind, and even stood up, bent down, put his hands on the table, and looked at her fiercely: "If Melville hadn't recommended you to come to me, I wouldn't bother to tell you so many?"

Roland was silent for a while, and finally stood up, thanking Dashwood.

"Thank you for your advice."

She can understand this journal editor: the editor and the author have a symbiotic relationship. Since the market is like this, in order to sell the novel, the editor can only ask the author in turn.

"Please rest assured, I will seriously consider your opinion."

Mr. Dashwood calmed down at last, and even shook hands with Roland before she left, and wished her a pleasant day.

"Thank you for understanding, this is my profession." Dashwood said.

Roland nodded with a smile, and said in his heart: Understood!Everyone is a worker.

But this incident had some impact on her, as if there was always a stone in her heart, which made her feel unhappy all the time.

However, soon her novel was actually published in "Volcano Weekly", and a check for $30 was sent to her soon.

But Roland looked at the money he got, and immediately felt: Why... the money seems to be a little bit, isn't it good?

Beth bought more than a dozen copies of "Weekly" at once with the money she earned from teaching piano, and sent them back to Mr. and Mrs. March, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, Mr. Lawrence, and Amy in Europe. Bit by bit it was done, and Beth was one of the happiest people to see the article come out.

In Mrs. Kirk's big house, the residents are still busy every day, come on

Often, at dinner time, I will enjoy the delicious meal of hometown style/exotic flavor, and I will express my gratitude to the chef, but I don't know what the chef is thinking.

Roland didn't make a big deal out of it, so no one knew that their chef had penned the Top Picks in this week's Volcano Weekly.

After Roland's novel was published, it attracted many letters from readers as usual.

Some old readers were pleasantly surprised that they saw familiar authors in new publications.The letters from these readers were sent to the March family, received by the March couple, and forwarded to Roland.

And the new readers sent their letters to the editorial department of "Volcano Weekly". The editorial department seemed to have a special person in charge of this, so they forwarded all the letters to Roland's address at Mrs. Kirk's house.

Roland replied one by one as usual.

Not to mention, there are curious readers everywhere. Like her previous readers, most of the letters from new readers discuss "technical issues", specifically, how they should build "roof gardens". There are many The question is worth discussing.

While replying, Roland also frankly left his address for the other party's follow-up inquiries.

That night, Beth had gone to bed first, and Roland was still sitting at the desk in front of the window of the small attic, reading some new letters that had arrived.

She opened one and looked at the signature first, only to see that the name of the letter was "Philip Munro".

Roland couldn't help thinking about it.

She thought of New Orleans in the far south - where she once opened a small restaurant with Mrs. Munro, and Philip was the name of her "cousin".

Thinking of this, Rolandon felt kind and read the letter slowly.

The letter was very long, and it can be seen from Philip Munro's writing that he was a kind and gentle man, who seemed to be of some age, and liked those more traditional writing etiquette.

The other party's questions were very detailed and down-to-earth—it seemed that this Mr. Munro really planned to build a garden on the roof by himself, and Roland answered one by one based on her rich experience, and also left her address, If the other party has follow-up questions, you can contact her directly.

By the time this was finished, Beth was fast asleep.Roland also quickly blew out the candles and went to bed to rest.

When she was lying on the bed, she actually felt that the depression in her heart had subsided a little.

"Could it be because I have an extra pen pal?"

Roland was lying on his back, the winter night in New York was very clear, and the bright starlight fell through the window.She could not help looking forward to hearing Mr. Munro's reply as soon as possible.

Not long after, Philip Munro’s reply letter arrived. While being sincerely grateful, he cautiously expressed: After reading Miss Roland’s reply letter, he was very happy, and he believed that he and Miss Roland should have a lot in common and can communicate. Whether it is possible to maintain daily correspondence in the future...Of course, he and Roland are not relatives, and he knows that this request is too much, and he has no objection whether Miss Roland accepts it...

Roland watched this elderly, polite and thoughtful gentleman write a lot of words, and finally replied with a quick word:

"Ok."