Thursday, October 28, 2010

Open Letter to an Anonymous Author (3 of 3)

Reading this might have saved me embrassment.

Note to Self,

You wrote a book, but what do you know about writing a book?  You set a deadline, and four-hundred single-spaced pages later, you met it.  You proved to yourself you could chase an idea for longer than a short story, that a couple-few hours in the morning were enough to eventually have a mountain of words.  

Why oh why did you have to show it to people?  Friends and family, maybe, maybe, but people in publishing?  If you want a part in Clint Eastwood’s next movie, you don’t send him a tape of the play your high school drama club did.

Two megabytes spent on the same story, .97 megabytes after your deadline, you finally began a draft you can be proud of... couldn’t you have waited a couple of years?   

Oh, well.  Screw ‘em if they can’t suffer an amateur misstep.  

You recover beautifully.


Not in the Buying Office Forever

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