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Guess I’m living in a “double-wide.”
oops – yeah, (‘double-wide’ refers to my multiple Google accounts…)
Where are you if you have a blog but haven’t posted since November? Under an overpass? Seriously, where?
Anybody going to This American Life tonight?
I’m still waiting for book 2 in its entirety on this blog.
I’ll donate. A sum larger than $20. Straight to you and children’s dinner plates.
Ellyn,
That’s okay. I don’t know too many e. von hubens. I figgered it was you.
Lindsay,
Sorry, had to attend a play tonight for the day job.
AC,
So lovely to hear from you again! But seriously – what more can there be to say? I’ve doled out some pretty big chunks… Have I mentioned that the decision not to publish was, finally, my own? I found another publisher, and decided against it at the last minute. Structural reasons. It wasn’t there yet as a book. But thanks – really.
Well, he does sound kind of pathetic, as I doubt anyone’s gonna give him a seven-figure deal on account of his blog…
It don’t reflect on you none. We all know you’re on your way up, while Frey is a sleazy bottom-feeder.
Oh I’m always a-lurking … just been too busy to say much lately and not had much to say, really.
I dooon’t think I remember you talking about having found a publisher for Book 2. I do remember you giving up on the cause along the lines of structural reasons before.
But, see, neither of those facts scratch my itch to read more 🙂
Mr. Lickona,
Maybe you should consider being a journalist. All the hip journalists have blogs.
Histor
Histor,
That wit of yours is bone dry. Of course, there are plenty of people who don’t regard wine writing and church reviewing as falling into the category of “journalism,” so I take your point. Thanks for stopping by!
Matt
You want to know about hard times? I’ll tell you about hard times. You’re young, making money, and you find yourself in a big lonely city drinking Stoli with a Russian beauty so hot that the vodka nearly ignites as it passes over her lips. An hour later you’re back in Svetlana’s hotel room convinced that four semesters of Russian was the smartest decision of your life. You’re just about to close the deal when all goes blacker than her silk camisole. You come to a couple hours later in the tub packed in ice, head pounding with the phone on your chest, and a note telling you to call 911 because both your kidneys are missing. That my friend is a tough break.
You might be tempted to rebuke yourself for any self pity you might be feeling right now, but don’t. At first I was floored because I didn’t get to close the deal, and still lost my kidneys. Not mention four semesters of Russian for naught. But you know what? I picked up that phone and called 911, and the rest is history. You keep trying, and someday you’ll get that big book deal. And when you get it, old mystic will pour you a shot of Stoli, and tell you how he got his kidneys back, and saved western civilization to boot.
CM,
I have no idea what I did to deserve the finest internet commenter in the world.
I received 5 rejections in the last 3 weeks and my wife got a pathetic rejection letter from the Iowa Review for a story which I was banking on for vicarious success.
Watch out for tornadoes!
JV,
Five in three weeks? Why not “Seven with one blow!” Seriously – that’s some serious output. Very sorry to hear it. But at least you’re out there trying. (How’s that for cold comfort?)
I am not a writer, I am an artist. Rejection! Where is thy sting?