*inspired by KV Taylor's comment to yesterday's post: "Don't get me wrong, selling out is great. But if we cared that much about being famous, we'd write more crowd-pleasing fiction by design."
Act 1: Summer, 2007
Me: I think I'm going to try and write a book.
Other: Okay. Have fun.
Act 2: Winter, 2008
Me: I sold my first short story!
Other: Great! You said, "sold". So how much are they paying you?
Me: A penny a word. It's a 2,100 word story.
Other: (face contorted with calculation) That's $21 bucks.
Other: How long did you spend writing the story?
Me: (mumbles, shuffles off stage)
Act 3: Last Week
Me: I sold a book!
Other: Sold? (Stephen King dollar signs appear in Other's eyes) For how much?
Me: Well, I'm making a decent royalty on each copy sold. No advance. But I'm telling stories. I'm telling the kind of stories I like to read. And...well, those stories are kind of strange.
Other: So...you won't be getting rich? Famous? What about that cabin in the mountains?
Me: This isn't about a cabin in the mountains. This isn't about fame. This is about telling the truth and telling stories.
Other: (mumbles, shuffles off stage)
Katey has a way of making my brain work overtime, even in blog comments.