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- Feb 27, 2009
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A true story:
“Dad, wake up,” my eight-year-old says, shaking my shoulder and accidentally pulling my hair. “Some man is on the phone. I think it’s about photography.”
“Thanks, Hon,” I say. I’d pulled an all-nighter trying to finish a rewrite for a boutique agent who had shown interest in two manuscripts.
“Hello?”
“Cole, how are you?” asks the superstar mega agent I didn’t expect to hear back from. We’d chatted the week before, but he’d seemed rather lukewarm about my story. Liked the writing, but something missing, yada yada. Real nice guy, though.
“Great, Mr. MegaAgent,” I say. It’s raining outside my window and I’m not sure if it’s 7am, or 7pm.
“Dad, it’s after noon, and I’m really hungry,” my daughter tells me.
“I was going to email you,” the mega agent says. “But the more I thought about it, the more I felt I should call. You have a real talent with words…”
“Dad!” screams my daughter. “Bagel is peeing on the carpet!”
“Excuse me…Tylea, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up when I’m done talking. This is really important…sorry.”
“That’s okay. Listen, I was all set to pass, but then I got to thinking about it. I’d like to print out a hard copy, and maybe take another week to…”
“Daddy! Bagel is pooping!”
“Please, Tylea!”
“Come! She’s pooping on the bed!”
“It’s okay…sorry Mr. MegaAgent…I’ll clean it up when I’m done!”
My daughter appears next to the phone, tears streaming.
“At this level, I’m not interested in doing a line by line for a client, but…”
“Daddy! You have to come help! There’s poop everywhere!”
“Maybe you need to go,” says the mega agent.
“Daddy! Now!”
“I’ll call next week, Cole.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Daddy! Come!”
Daddy begins to cry a little, too.
“Dad, wake up,” my eight-year-old says, shaking my shoulder and accidentally pulling my hair. “Some man is on the phone. I think it’s about photography.”
“Thanks, Hon,” I say. I’d pulled an all-nighter trying to finish a rewrite for a boutique agent who had shown interest in two manuscripts.
“Hello?”
“Cole, how are you?” asks the superstar mega agent I didn’t expect to hear back from. We’d chatted the week before, but he’d seemed rather lukewarm about my story. Liked the writing, but something missing, yada yada. Real nice guy, though.
“Great, Mr. MegaAgent,” I say. It’s raining outside my window and I’m not sure if it’s 7am, or 7pm.
“Dad, it’s after noon, and I’m really hungry,” my daughter tells me.
“I was going to email you,” the mega agent says. “But the more I thought about it, the more I felt I should call. You have a real talent with words…”
“Dad!” screams my daughter. “Bagel is peeing on the carpet!”
“Excuse me…Tylea, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up when I’m done talking. This is really important…sorry.”
“That’s okay. Listen, I was all set to pass, but then I got to thinking about it. I’d like to print out a hard copy, and maybe take another week to…”
“Daddy! Bagel is pooping!”
“Please, Tylea!”
“Come! She’s pooping on the bed!”
“It’s okay…sorry Mr. MegaAgent…I’ll clean it up when I’m done!”
My daughter appears next to the phone, tears streaming.
“At this level, I’m not interested in doing a line by line for a client, but…”
“Daddy! You have to come help! There’s poop everywhere!”
“Maybe you need to go,” says the mega agent.
“Daddy! Now!”
“I’ll call next week, Cole.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Daddy! Come!”
Daddy begins to cry a little, too.
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