BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
If this is your first visit, be sure to start with “1. Let’s do it!”
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I’ll find a top-notch reporter who works for a major newspaper and tell her or him about a guy name Ace, some condoms he had 30 years ago, a dead senator, Spanky’s ashes, my old letterman’s jacket, a corrupt coroner, and a Steelers license plate.
Oh god, that sounds so stupid when I type it. Really! Just read it. Argh!
And which newspaper and what reporter? I don’t know anybody.
I’d have no better luck getting pass security at the New York Times than I would sneaking into Buckingham Palace to tell the Queen all about a guy name Ace, some condoms he had 30 years ago... “What’s that Your Majesty? You’re asking what a Steeler is?”
Seriously, the only reporter I know is Freeman and he’s dead.
Nah, newspapers aren’t going to work.
Or TV news networks. Because what I now know (more on that later), is that I’d soon be in big trouble. Just like Freeman.
I have a drink. Then another. I’m hearing something in the back of my head. Can’t quite remember. Something Rich once said.
I look back over these blogs. Found it! My “Crisis Management – Round Two” blog posted on January 22.
I wrote:
Rich burst out laughing. After a minute, he just shook his head. “Sorry, buddy, but nobody gives a fuck about book publishing. It’s slow, it’s old, it publishes history, annoyingly high-brow literature, and celebrities who come and go in the time it takes you guys to make a book and find a couple of readers.
How sweet the revenge will be.
Tomorrow: Good old book publishing!