A Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, there was a girl who decided that she loved writing so much, she'd pursue it as her career. She was rather successful and one day decided to branch out on her own. But along the way, she learned that you should never burn your bridges, because publishing is a very incestuous business. Your editorial intern today could be your editor-in-chief tomorrow. So she tried to be nice, even when she worked for the Most Evil Beeotch on the Planet Who Pretended to Be a Newspaper Editor But Was Just Satan's Messenger. However ...
this girl was also one to hold grudges.
So one day, while she was happily blogging along about her favorite subject, candy, she received a press release from a magazine that, under normal circumstances, she would've written about. But this was no ordinary magazine. You see, years ago, when the magazine first launched, our heroine sent them an idea for an article. The editor responded to her, saying (very snottily): "We're very research-oriented and we expect our writers to do some hard-core reporting, so thanks, but no thanks."
Fine. Our very polite girl went on her merry way and sold said story to another, more sophisticated magazine. But she never, ever forgot the editor's snippy words. And so, years later, when the snotty magazine wanted to play nicey-nice and get their information published, our girl ignored it. Tit for tat. Quid pro quo.

And so, dear readers, I shall not be sharing this candy information with you, but I assure you, you can live without it.