“This is a brilliant piece. Kathy Shaidle should turn it into a book.”
Especially since said post will likely prevent me from ever being hired by a real company should I find myself unemployed in the near future.
Hmmm, I’m not so sure about a book, about that or anything. I see my last real one one is now #1,869,334 at Amazon, with used ones starting at three cents
And truth be told: I don’t think I have another book in me, not right now. Real books have theses and stuff (see, well, America Alone). And I have exactly NO Big Ideas, unless “People Are Stupid” counts.
Plus: all this blogging has made it impossible for me to think without hyperlinks, and those things obviously aren’t print friendly unless you want to sprinkle the book with joke-wrecking asides and footnotes.
As I recently told Jeremy Lott (who writes real books and also thinks I should too) that the only book ideas I’ve had in the last 10 years are:
a) to put together another poetry collection, except that I am now considered “disappeared” by the Canadian “Bush is Hitler” lit community and plan to post my latest poems, such as they are, on a website someday instead. But I’m too lazy to do so right now;
b) “Famous People You’ve Never Heard Of”, about folks who were million selling authors or huge stars in their day and now utterly forgotten, because I am fascinated by the trajectory of fame (see my poetry, above) and would welcome the excuse to read lots of obscure old periodicals;
c) “The Consolations of Ugliness”, about the concept of “jolie laide” and the advantages (and pain) of being plain in a world that values (as it always has) female beauty that it measures by the millimeter.
Nobody wants to read any of that and truth be told, I’m not convinced I even want to write it. I’ve made a few stabs at c) and discovered I am still not ready to be as frank and “out there” as I pretend to be on this blog.
Besides, you need an agent to get Regnery to read your proposals. And I, er, don’t have an agent or a proposal anyway, as I just said. If I looked like Michelle Malkin or Ann Coulter or Rachel Marsden or Laura Ingrahm, maybe that wouldn’t matter (see C above). But I have a face for radio and a voice for print, so marketing me would be awkward without the use of a body double.
You made my week, Mark. Thanks. Now if I could just squeeze my swollen head through the door…