|Brilliance from Idea Salesman|
We gotta talk.
Renee got an email from a blog reader. Apparently some of you really aren't bots. That's awesome news. Welcome, welcome, real human blog readers!
Sadly, it wasn't a very nice email. So, you know, that was a busy day for me, what with all the emotions spilling all over the place, needing to be mopped up. The Muse was too distraught by the whole thing to be much help and apparently Hot Librarian Chick only mops up messy words or some other superior-sounding crap. Which meant clean up fell to the only abstract left standing.
Who has two imaginary thumbs and a mop? This guy!
Okay, okay, sure, dealing with rejection emails and stuff is technically part of my job. We just weren't expecting to get one quite so soon, or, you know, one regarding the blog. Seriously, who rejects a blog?
Well, obviously, this one angry chick does, because here we are.
Idea, are you certain referring to our only confirmed human blog reader as "this one angry chick" is a wise idea? Particularly as she's less than thrilled with Renee's blogging performance at the moment?
Good point. (Thanks, Hot Librarian Chick!) Let me rephrase.
Well, obviously, one of our esteemed yet concerned blog readers does, because here we are.
As you undoubtedly know by now, Renee is a big fan of Lilith Saintcrow, and a few weeks ago she wrote this post about how she counts Ms. Saintcrow as one of her writerly influences. I thought it was a decent post. It got a little off track in places, but that happens with Renee.
Near the end of the post, Renee mentioned that she wants to be "consistently entertaining". She doesn’t want to be a one-hit wonder. I'm down with that. We're gonna be in this writing game for the whole sixty minutes and it would be nice if some folks stuck around to watch past the opening kickoff.
Apparently, though, the post implied that if Hollywood came knocking and offered up millions of dollars in royalties for film adaptations and stuff, Renee would turn it down and she thought Ms. Saintcrow would do the same. And our angry blog reader felt that was, well, bullshit.
I can understand that. It doesn't sound quite on the level when you put it that way.
Let me just state: Renee's a practical gal and she's a big fan of money. Plus, she's got kids to feed. Who are someday going to want to go to college. And I personally think it would be awesome if we could move to a place big enough to have our own office, rather than a random little nook at the top of the stairs.
I could see us in a nice sunny room lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and one of those big ass coffee makers that can do espressos on demand. It would make for good publicity photos. And I'm sure the Muse would love sprawling out on one of those plush chaise chairs you see in old movies. Oh, and the Inner Editor could have a research assistant! She would love another human to boss around.
I'm getting sidetracked here. The point is, millions of dollars sounds pretty sweet to me and I'm sure Renee would agree with that. It's not that she wouldn't accept it; if it didn't come with a whole bunch of obnoxious strings attached, she'd be down with getting rich doing this writing thing. It's just that she's not actively striving for it. For some people, getting rich and famous is the whole point of playing the game. Renee just isn't one of them. It could be nice, sure, but it's not the goal around here.
So, you know, sorry if we gave the wrong impression there. And, hey, thanks for reading! Come back anytime.
Oh, and I can't really say how Lilith Saintcrow would respond to offers of international fame and fortune. I'm not living in her head. But she seems like a practical gal too, so I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest she probably wouldn't reject a swimming pool full of money offhand either. But you'd have to talk to her Idea Salesman about that.