The Publishing Fairy Godfather has just materialized in your writing space. He is a nearsighted bald fat man in a powder blue tux with a yellow sequined cummerbund that is one size too small. He smells of old money (reserves against returns) and old slush pile manuscripts (pages of which are stuck to the back of his heels.)
"I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse." He sets down his martini glass, refills it with straight gin, and regards you over a toothpick adorned with two green olives and a former literary agent's pickled testicle. "You get one wish."
You immediately say, "I wish for--"
The Publishing Fairy Godfather wags his hairy finger at you. "No can do. My powers only extend to your writing and the publishing industry."
You then say, "I wish for--"
"Only Cinderella's Fairy Godmother can grant that, and she's tied up in Vegas outfitting Wayne Newton for his next show," the Publishing Fairy Godfather informs you. "Pick something else."
You think.
The Publishing Fairy Godfather lights up a Havana cigar with a flaming midlist author's last contract. "Did I mention after you that I've got to go and visit a plague of toads and cockroaches on that Frey guy for abusing the wish I granted him?"
Now post your answer to the Publishing Fairy Godfather in comments.
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A large but still realistic advance for my trilogy.
ReplyDelete(Since money = time to write)
"I wish for a long, successful career in publishing"
ReplyDeleteBut that would probably backfire somehow...
I wish for sufficient talent. Enough to write well enough to make a decent living. That's it. I figure the rest is up to me.
ReplyDeleteI wish for the ability to look objectively at my writing and figure out what's wrong with it.
ReplyDeleteMy wish would be that everyone in the publishing industry get paid back in kind for everything they've done while they've been a pro.
ReplyDeleteThen I'd like a ring side seat to watch.
One month completely alone, in a small, isolated cabin, stocked with sufficient supplies (food, drink, books), a computer with internet access for research purposes, and a good word processing program. Printer not required. Daily telephone access to my husband and children would be essential, as would the knowledge that they were safe, healthy, and being well-tended by some maternal-type individual. Perhaps my mother-in-law, if she were available.
ReplyDeleteThe rest? I swear, you give me this, and I can take it from there.
I wish to hold my first book in my hands.
ReplyDeleteThe rest...well if I have the talent the rest will come on its own.
I wish that my friends and colleagues reach their publication goals, whatever they may be.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing more I want for myself. Not that I would ask for.
I wish for a long and happy career, writing and publishing books I love that other people read and enjoy and keep and read again.
ReplyDeleteI wish for...
ReplyDeletepersistance - to write every day and complete the manuscripts and editing.
a kind ear - from an agent. (I want it an honest mouth too. If it stinks, I want to know.)
and last, I wish for the understanding of what readers want to hear, so I can produce that.
Oh. One wish? How about a whip wielding sexy guy in leather to hover over me in torture until I actually polish and complete the next manuscript? Hmmm...
Wishes could be dangerous.
Oh, dear lord, aren't you all NICE!
ReplyDeleteI'm been writing for long enough to wish for a six figure publishing contract. I wouldn't actually care if the book earned out it's advance!
Dude, I wish you'd gather together a whole committee of fairies, all of whom would obey me.
ReplyDeleteOkay, now take off and inform the Liz's Six-Figure Fairy and the Massive Publicity and Distribution fairies of our first meeting next week--oh wait, first stop by and and tell the Editing Fairy to visit me for a while first and to bring her friend, the Childcare Fairy.
My totally selfish wish -- that each book I write be even better than the ones before; that I write a breakout book that achieves a 300k print run with media tours, advertising and promo support; barring the non-occurence of part two, I'd be happy with a huge amount of positive Internet, reader board, and blog buzz.
ReplyDeleteI wish that my books will always sell enough copies and get enough attention that I will be able to make a decent living from writing while I'm alive, and that my books will continue to be read and enjoyed long after I am gone (one wish - that counts as one!).
ReplyDeleteONE wish? Just ONE?!
ReplyDeleteOkay...to make more than enough to quit the sucky day job by doing what I love--writing.
I wish I could find my keys...
ReplyDeleteI wish time spent on any phase of my writing (outlining, writing, editing) didn't count against the 24 hours in a day.
ReplyDeleteI would wish that readers enjoy my work as much as I enjoy creating it. It's not much, but from small things, big things grow.
ReplyDeleteI would wish to learn how to use my abundant rage as fuel for my writing instead of turning it against myself and against my writing.
ReplyDeleteNot that I'm against money. I'm more in favor of sanity, though, since without that I don't get as much work done as I'd like.
Good health for me and my family. The rest I can manage.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could have just one month where I wasn't harrassed by the noise of evil upstairs neighbors, where I didn't need to go to work, and where the weather/universe/pure bad luck wouldn't prevent me from writing.
ReplyDeleteI'll take it from there.
To make enough from my writing that money is no longer an issue in my life. I don't have to be impossibly rich. I just want enough to do what I need to do--pay rent, bills, have some fun, help my kids get their educations, that ordinary life stuff. Basically, I want to earn enough to not need a day job.
ReplyDeleteI suppose I could wish for a winning mega millions ticket, but I'd really prefer to earn it. :)
Linda