I’m not into necrophilia, bestiality or sadism … no point, therefore, in flogging a dead horse. MacL
Not many people know I’m a masochist, least of all me.
Based on the evidence that follows, it may stand to reason … is unreason a better word? Ah well, I suppose that’s the book trade.
Not so long ago I met a crime writer friend in a fantastic city near where I live. In the Scots way of things, good craic is inevitable over a glass or two.
On my way to the get-together I wandered into a large bookshop. I toured the shelves, pleased to note my friend’s books were in stock, and those of another couple of Crime Writers I know. And, just happening to have a copy of Angels’ Cut with me, I went to the front desk and enquired if they considered work by local authors.
The answer was yes, and I should call back in a few weeks for a response from the Manager.
Reality Bites … Hard
The call went something like this:
I’m the writer who dropped off Angels’ Cut. [I’m smug: looking forward to a warm greeting, admiring buttery words and an ego massage]
Oh yes … We’re not interested.
[ouch!] May I ask why?
It’s not the type of book we carry. [My eyes deceived me the other day as a browsed the thrillers] But I must say it is well produced. [I close my eyes at a small blessing]
Please tell me more.
Actually, we don’t have a call-off arrangement with your distributor. [I stay quiet] You published this. [yup]
Yes. And I’m a published author too, as it happens. And I’m a local writer which is why I dropped by..
As I say, we don’t have a call-off arrangement with your distributor.
I can arrange to have it supplied on a Print-on-Demand, call-off basis, by [I mention one of the worlds leading book suppliers].
We don’t deal with them either. [A note of triumph]. Why don’t you call in and collect it, it’s in perfect condition.
Okay, will do.
You’re welcome to a cup of coffee and we can have a chat.
That’s kind of you [talk about being British about it], I’ll be in touch next time I’m in town.
Somebody once said that which hurts instructs. If you’ve been around in the writing game for a while, it’s possible you’ll have experienced some of the pain. I hope some of the gain as well. Feeling a tad bruised after the call, I put off making contact for a wee while, and then, yesterday, I called.
My next blog tells more and here are a few thought-starter questions to keep you going:
- How many boxes of tissue did Mac need?
- Did Mac run screaming from the shop?
- Was the coffee forthcoming? Poisoned?
- Could Mac avoid blowing his top?
- How did Mac avoid arrested for Breach of the Peace?
© Mac Logan
*jar – informal Brit: a glass of alcoholic drink, esp beer: to have a jar with someone. Free Dictionary
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