I'm sitting at work patiently waiting until the day I get to experience IKEA's brooklyn store with Dodd. This is the shining star that pushes me to keep going.
My job is pretty fun, but just like rhinoplasty patients, authors are crazy people. Like, really, crazy. I would say 85% of people who sit in their home offices tapping at keyboards with their index fingers until the printer throws out 600 pages become crazy. Let me recap a phone conversation with a published author.
Him: Is my book crap?
Me: Did your editor tell you it was crap?
Him: No, but my friends tell me its crap and it won't sell a single copy.
Me: Seriously, do you think you were just paid $75,000 for 300 pages of crap? You're not Britney Spears, you don't get paid to produce crap.
Him: I'm just very concerned that everyone in your office is lying to me.
Me: Your book is fine, great even. You, and your book will be fine.
Two Hours Later
Him: I just got a letter saying my book was crap.
Me: Who sent you a letter saying your book is crap? Was it one of your friends playing a joke on you?
Him: No it was a letter to myself. I composed it in my head.
::Silence::
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HAHAHAH. that is nuts.
well, i just get to deal with annoying tourists.
Apparently, a friend of my brother's was in the grocery store and woman said to him, "can i cut in front of you? I'm on vacation." obviously people who are on vacation don't have enough free time to wait an extra minute at the grocery store.
That story made my day.
~Tony
haha I love the way you tell stories- I would say you should become an author but I don't want you to turn crazy too! I'm looking forward to our IKEA outing- finally I will experience the wonder for myself- I'm moving in August 9th so I'll call you!
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