My fellow Debs have done such a great job of covering the common publishing myths this week — it’s hard to know what to add. So I’ll just tell you what the biggest surprise was. You know the rumor that every newly sold writer gets issued a personal cabana boy?
I know! I was crushed. I waited and waited for mine, and he never showed.
It’s not like there was a cabana boy clause in my contract. (Entirely my fault for not reading the fine print more carefully. But, geez, I thought some things were understood. I mean, honestly, wouldn’t you assume a cabana boy would be a standard part of the publishing package?)
Hate to burst your bubble, but if you’re out there writing books in hopes of getting yourself some of this…
…you may as well put away your pen right now. Save yourself the heartache.
On the other hand, if you can adapt, like I can, you might just find yourself making do with:
Still, the next time I meet up with my agent I think I’ll wear this:
So, tell me, have I ruined it for you? Did I just shatter your illusions about the writing life? Um, sorry about that.
But we can still fantasize, right? If you could have any celebrity for your own personal cabana boy (or cabana girl, as the case may be), who would it be?
By the way, if you’re thinking Hugh Jackman or Daniel Craig…
…they’re *cough* already taken. Check here, and you’ll realize I already have dibs on them. Just sayin’.
[Okay, I know what you’re thinking — Deb Linda made up this whole myth just so she could post those shirtless pics of Hugh and Daniel. Well…yeah. Duh. But only because I was thinking of YOU and your viewing pleasure. I’m altruistic that way.]