Strength and Confidence

Today, my young friend handled his first bad review - and odd review from a critic who took it upon himself to criticize a 2 year old Myspace page.  I was worried how it'd play with the singer/songwriter, but he figured out the critic's interests, agenda, and passions, and realized that we were going to have to be a lot more tactical when we're finally ready to go after the press.  It was a small test run, and I was so proud that this young man was undeterred, figuring correctly how to read the review, excerpt what we needed and to place the critic in the context of the great scheme of things.  Well done!

Recession fears

As a hopeful cynic, I have to remind myself to thank God, the Fates, Zeus -- whoever is looking after me. I've survived and thrived while others have withered.

I knew so many hopefuls back in Los Angeles who left, died, or dried up.  It's sad when a small flame is extinguished. Probably why I've always liked the role of nurturing.

But pragmatically, my job has been a blessing and a box of onions. Thank you, God, the Fates, Zeus.

Anti blogger blogs

I have always hated the concept of blogs.  It's like an open diary, but I've changed my mind recently thinking it's good practice to write in between and whilst one is waiting and waiting and waiting.

So this is my very first blog, and I thought I'd chronicle a little about the long journey I've had to getting published.

Many years ago, I had a very different life.  I worked with a friend of mine. I made his dreams come true because he promised me he'd make my dreams come true in return.  That may sound sappy, but it was a wonderful relationship that was warm and close and hopeful. 

I felt I had no great talents of my own.  My only assets were reliability, loyalty and marketing.  My friend had the great public talents and he was encouraged to become a star.

So after 12 years, our friendship was over.  And I was left with nothing but therapy and bad dreams.  I started to write a book about those years, and publisher after publisher passed.  I guess I should say that I tried to get a literary agent first.  It took me 2 tries, but I got an agent who finally got me a book deal after... good lord... 5 years.

I am waiting for my book deal to finalize.  And while I wait, I've discovered another star in the making. And I again feel I can help make his dreams come true.  But this time, I learned that only I can take care of mine.