June 9, 2008 - One Response

“THERE IS NOTHING more to do,” I said.  I had just finished reviewing the final changes made by the editor and was in a bit of a petulant mood.  “Editors, I swear, they really do think they were authors.”

My petulance soon gave way to stoicism and then doubt as I realized that the project was now done.  The book was ready.  Would anyone buy it?


Book Release Party, June 21

April 2, 2008 - Leave a Response

James handed me the phone. “Who is it?” I asked. I set my drink down. I was so focused on my writing that I had not even heard it ring.

“Sonny Mehta,” he said.

The Sonny Mehta of Random House?” I cannot say that I actually knew Mr. Mehta. It was far more accurate to say that I knew of him. He was the most powerful publisher in the book business — why in the world was he calling me? I took the phone.

“Yes,” I said into the receiver. “This is he. . . I see, yes. Well, I am afraid that it is too late, of course. . . Yes, I do appreciate the offer, I will keep it in mind. Bye.” I handed the receiver back to James.

“And?” He took the phone from me.

“He wanted to publish the book,” I said. “As you heard, I told him no. I would prefer to make an honest living.” I picked up my drink, downed it and motioned for another.