A Couple of Take Aways
Old family friend, former neighbor, Libra, if I recall correctly, published author, noted local columnist? She left me with two or three important points, mostly gathered from casual interaction, as she’s another one of the greats from East Texas.
The connection, for me, goes much deeper, though, as I recollected. I was at school in Arizona, and a lonely winter’s night, temperature in the 70s? I hiked over to a Scholtzsky’s by campus, got a sandwich, and leafed through the tired, out-of-date magazines. One of them was a
Texas Monthly, and that had one of her columns, and in it, a reference to Chaucer.
As a writer, though, and through her successes, I listened.
A Couple of Take Aways
One offhand comment, discussing books, literature, what we were reading, the craft of writing, I think I was fixing her computer that time, and other topics for writers? She had a three-book deal, really just re-publishing three of her works as a package, what she made in that deal, up front?
“I just spoke at (something) and the honorarium for 20 minutes of talking was more than three times what I got in that book deal.”
The speaking, talking, ancillary fame pays better than the selling of books.
I see how that works. Last few years, my annual amazon royalties aren’t enough to trigger a 1099. I still report the pittance because that’s how I roll.
(See musical footnote
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A Couple of Take Aways
There was another, End-Of-Life example, I’ll always cherish. Her 90+ year-old father was tucked away in a garage apartment, just a temporary setting for him, but he had gotten kicked out of hospice because he wasn’t dying fast enough. I think we shared a meal at the kitchen table, and I listened, he was an old newspaper man from East Texas, and while he was near-dead, as an editor emeritus? He was still writing a weekly column. I don’t know what it was, news, gossip, commentary?
The last time I saw him, he was in the narrow confines of the back apartment, kind of an architectual afterthought as a studio, living space, with plumbing and family cars parked on the other side of the wall.
He was broadly grinning, working away on a manuscript-looking page, still writing. He had an idea for his column, as it was stilling running, and this was after being “kicked out of hospice” — for not dying soon enough.
Still writing, in his case, on a typewriter, but we all use whatever tools suit us best.
A Couple of Take Aways
How to get paid, what pays, what doesn’t pay as well, and then, still working at the craft, right up until the grave.
Used before?
“Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.”
Mercutio 3.1.61
Where is Kramer Wetzel:
astrofish.net/travel.