Dudes. New Transformers trailer. So good. Cannot think straight.
In other parts of the world not involving superadvanced sentient robots from another world, Dick Cavett blogs about the difficulties of being successful as a writer, even if you’re really famous:
Authors telling me similar stories began to play back in my head, but not having been an author when I�d heard them, I�d paid scant attention. Some had been famous people, but some not so famous. The typical author might have been a guy who spent three years writing a book in his humble apartment while his wife taught night school to make ends, if not meet, come into closer proximity. Then suddenly, delight: The book got good reviews. But the publisher did the typical poor job of distributing it, and still another potential best-seller was strangled in its cradle by the incompetence of the publishing house. People with such stories often said, “Nobody knew my name, of course. This wouldn�t happen to you.” (Ha!)
My friend and prolific writer of books Roger Welsch, who made overalls chic on “CBS Sunday Morning” over the years with his “Postcard from Nebraska” (which Johnny Carson told me was the only “must see” on his personal televiewing list), recently was asked to do a book signing � a semi-pleasant aspect of book promoting. The author sits in a bookstore framed by stacks of his work and signs them for chatty purchasers. Roger said he got slicked up and drove a good distance to Grand Island, Neb. He entered the bookstore and became a bit uneasy, because nothing resembling a crowd was in evidence. In fact, nothing resembling even a person was there, except for the lady who ran the place. “How nice of you to come!” she effused and went and got the store�s copy of his book from the window for him to sign. He drove home.
It’s a rough life, but someone’s gotta do it. It makes it easier when wonderful people like Barbara Vey at Publisher’s Weekly say nice things about your writing.