Happy Day After Thanksgiving! I hope everyone is stuffed and lazy today. In case you aren’t — have to work, were dealing with cranky in-laws or burnt pies, here’s a little rant.
And stop by Tasha Alexander’s game of Sincerity today on the Good Girls Kill for Money Blog.
I am continually amazed at the sheer audacity of people.
These situational conversations have been cropping up more and more lately, and
I find them a bit alarming.
The conversation plays out as follows.
“What do you do?”
“I’m a writer.”
“For the newspaper?”
“No, I write psychological thrillers.”
Now, play with me, here. Insert any of the following
sentences into the following line. And I swear, I’ve heard each of them in the
“Oh. Do you have any idea what your book is about?”
“Oh. I don’t remember the last book I read.”
“Oh.” Nods vacantly.
“Oh, you must have a lot of time on your hands.”
“Oh, you know, I’ve got a great story for you. Blah, blah,
blah, Aunt Myrtle, blah, blah, blah…”
“Oh, so that means I get a free copy, right?”
“Am I in it?”
“If I give you some information, will I get a royalty for
“I’m getting a copy, aren’t I?”
“I haven’t written anything since high school.”
Let me seize upon two items that kill me. The first is that
so many people don’t read. I know, I know, we all can’t be perfect. I can’t
imagine what a world without books would be like, so I can rarely find a pithy
response to that one.
The second is the free book scenario. I realize that we
writers work in a barter system now, that if we give a copy of our book, an
endeavor that most likely — on average — took a year out of our lives, to a
person, said person will supply an equal amount of services in return.
Can you imagine – at the post office – “So I get a free copy
of your book, right?”
“Sure, if you’re planning on giving me free postage for the
I think I’m on to something. This scheme could wend its way
through our capitalist system, with books as the new currency. We writers would
be fat and happy, trading our words for groceries, gas, furniture,
prescriptions, clothes, cars, mortgages…
Ultimately I suppose any of us making a real living at this
do just that, there’s just that little cash up front thing that gets in the
Wine of the Week –
It’s that time of year! — Beaujolais Nouveau