Me and Anne Tyler
So the other day I opened my mail to find William Morrow's Summer 2007 catalog. My book is on page 65. Awesome, I think. They are in way too deep to ever pull out now. (Yes, thoughts like these enter my mind. Books are like babies: until the little darlings are in your own hands, you cannot fully believe they will come to be).
Having seen a mock up of the catalog copy months ago, I did not read every word. So when I showed it to a friend and he said, "Bet you wouldn't mind having Anne Tyler's royalties" I thought he was non-sequitering. He wasn't. Turns out the first line compares me to Anne Tyler. Ha ha ha! That line was changed and I had not noticed.
Me, like Anne Tyler. Hey, I didn't write it. The good folks in catalog marketing did. And if you cannot trust someone in marketing, well, really people, what have we to believe in?