A Writer's Love

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There’s a new book that has been floating around the New York Best sellers now for 100 weeks. One hundred weeks!! That’s almost two (2) years. It sat on the sellers list, happy and smiling, humming a little tune as it sat with its other book friends. They’d gossip and tell stories about their writers and the readers. Always with a secret and almost gloating smile on its little bookcover face.


And 60 agents cursed, snarled and hired people to kick them in their behinds. Why? Because they rejected this happy little book that sat on the NYT best seller list, called it uninteresting, tiring, not good enough, a bore. Really?? Well, thank God the readers didn’t feel this way. The name of this happy little book? It’s called The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Yeap, that’s right. The book about the 1960’s black southern American maids and their white southern bell bosses. Sixty agents who said this book should be burned at the stake are now simultaneously banging their heads on their desks, saying ‘it’s not my fault!’


That same book has now been made into a movie and is rumored now to have caught the attention of another reader/viewer named Oscar. Yeap, Mr. Oscar is now turning his eyes to this movie and thinking, ‘mmmm . . . I think Ms. Katheryn Stockett should come to my house in beautiful Hollywood, California next year and walk my red carpet, stand on stage and accept a little golden statue of myself for best screen play.’ Which really makes the 60 agents steam . . . at themselves.


So the moral of the story is never give up, never surrender, my dear and wonderful writers, because your 61 is just around the corner. Your smiling secretly at the agents/publishers who said your work is ‘tiring, boring, doesn’t attact my attention’ is around the corner. Your gloating is coming, your waving your book in front of the publishers/agents eyes who said your lovely book is dull, clichéd, stupid, a waste of paper and unworthy of a reader’s eyes or the dreaded no response at all is coming. And who knows? Maybe Mr. Oscar will invite you to his house next year. And agents everywhere will shoot a gun at their TV screens. Ahhh . . . life is good!!