drakescoffeecake
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- Mar 3, 2003
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I feel kind of bad piling on Glenn Stout. Like most others here, I really wanted to be in BASW. Like, really. It was one of the few career goals I never achieved and it would have been a huge deal. Even honorable mention -- I'm embarrassed to say I would anxiously page to the back of the book in the store when it came out, hoping to see my name in the "notable." Like an idiot. So take whatever I have to say with a grain of salt.
But when he first started at SB, someone told me they'd mentioned me to him and he told them I should email him about his new venture and I did. He said he knew who I was (?) and to pitch him. I did. It even sounded like they might run it, which tells you how desperate they were.
But along the way in our email correspondence, he said something -- and I can't even remember what it was. But I remember -- exactly -- my reaction to it. It was: THIS is the guy I've been trying to impress all these years??!
It was like all the illusions fell away.
And I dropped the whole thing immediately, never replied, never cared about pitching it again -- it was very freeing, actually. Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad about having never made it into BASW all those years.
Again, let me say for the record, he's not a bad guy, probably a fine human being. But I realized he's not some mysterious master.
Just a guy who lives at the end of the road, who gets a lot of great stories delivered to his house.
And yeah, my stories were never quite good enough. I'll say that, too.
But when he first started at SB, someone told me they'd mentioned me to him and he told them I should email him about his new venture and I did. He said he knew who I was (?) and to pitch him. I did. It even sounded like they might run it, which tells you how desperate they were.
But along the way in our email correspondence, he said something -- and I can't even remember what it was. But I remember -- exactly -- my reaction to it. It was: THIS is the guy I've been trying to impress all these years??!
It was like all the illusions fell away.
And I dropped the whole thing immediately, never replied, never cared about pitching it again -- it was very freeing, actually. Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad about having never made it into BASW all those years.
Again, let me say for the record, he's not a bad guy, probably a fine human being. But I realized he's not some mysterious master.
Just a guy who lives at the end of the road, who gets a lot of great stories delivered to his house.
And yeah, my stories were never quite good enough. I'll say that, too.
