You know, I bet that would actually sell well...
Damn, I love you, Plei. The irony in there is beautiful. Can't you just see it now?
From the NYTBR: "Disappointed", by Jane Doe Austen, chronicling her failure to deal with achieving success as a commercial writer after a series of enormous book advances failed to place her on the Times Best Seller list, today reached the number three spot on the Times Best Seller List..."
Thanks, Dani - my brain remembered the Star, and was clinging madly to it.
No, three. Apathetic, hyper, and cranky
You forget "brilliantly creative."
Also forgot "writes like a cranky pissed-off archangel when the mood hits."
You know, there are some truly sensational writers in this thread (fangirl).
Her supporters argue that her romantic fantasy, PS, I Love You (HarperCollins), is a genuinely moving work worth its staggering commercial success: It sold for £150,000 ($365,000) on the basis of the first 10 chapters, snagged a cool $1-million for U.S. rights, and will make its way into 28 countries, including Serbia and Albania.
That smells like auction fever to me. Then again, what do I know... I thought The Bridges of Madison County stank.
That smells like auction fever to me. Then again, what do I know... I thought The Bridges of Madison County stank.
Loving Betsy. And yes, smells like auction fever to me, as well.
But it still means those 20 or 30 writers just lost a percntage point or twelve at getting a deal with Hyperion. That money, for whatever reason, is still tied up in one untried kid. And that means - I'm not a math person, but this much I can work out - that there's $1M less left in the kitty for other new writers.
Stank? That was kind.(I know I need to ease up on this, but I'll tell you...whoever on SVU had Munch say that it contained "flabby emotionless prose devoid of meaning" pushed him on to my "Fictional Characters I'd like to do" list cause he made my writer's heart beat faster.
t cynic
And I doubt being Bertie Ahern's daughter hurt when it came to getting her foot in the door....
t /cynic
Oh, just a bit. I mean, how much do you wanna bet I would've sold my novel already for a shiny advance if I were a Bush twin or a Kerry daughter?
And I do get a bit angry about stuff like that, while simultaneously being resigned to it as How the World Works.
And I do get a bit angry about stuff like that, while simultaneously being resigned to it as How the World Works.
That particular problem can be self-correcting, though. A very sweet kid named Molly Jong-Fast - and yes, she is Erika Jong's daughter and Howard fast's granddaughter - had a novel published about three years ago, called "Normal Girl." The book was godawful, and died a natural death.
But the foot-in-the-door thing can make me very bruxistic.