kitten
4-11-11, 12:38pm
I'm writing a sort of hybrid book, a personal memoir slash biography of a fairly famous musician who's based in the town where I live. I work at a radio station, and he has a show on our air, so I've gotten to know him. I conceived of this idea of getting him to talk to me over a period of months on tape, and then doing something with those interviews - either making them available on cd or a web site, or using them as a basis for a book, or both.
So my subject - let's call him Alex - was excited by this idea, and he agreed to it right away. Since October he's give me tons of material on tape, and he's let me scan a whole bunch of photos and other documents. So far so good.
During the process of researching my book, I've been working a lot with a librarian who is a close associate of Alex. His name is Dan, and Alex thinks he walks on water. Alex says I can ask this guy for help with simply ANYTHING relating to my project, and that he'll be delighted to help. So far, Dan really has been wonderful. But suddenly there's some weirdness, so I wanted to get your take on it.
I get an urgent call from Dan, that somebody at a local magazine wants to publish a story about Alex. Dan knows I'm writing a book, so he thought of me. I thought: Great! Dan says they "have a space set aside" for the piece about Alex, and I should begin writing a 2,000 word piece immediately. I tend to thrive on deadlines, and I'm happy and excited. So I get to work.
A week or so later, Dan is pressuring me to show him the piece. I said I didn't want to put it out there yet, before communicating with the editor at the magazine who asked for it. "Who do I get in touch with?" I asked. Dan said he didn't know. I should call his co-worker Sarah, and I should try Angie. They might have a contact at the magazine.
Dan also puts me in touch with his friend Trisha, a copy editor and a freelance writer who does technical writing. (Technical? I'm thinking.) "You really need to meet Trisha," he says. "She's my friend and she's really good with this stuff. Send her your article. It doesn't have to be finished. Send her whatever you've got, but you need to do it now. Meet her for tea and get to know her. You'll like her!"
My mind is all question marks. I'm busy, I have a full time job, and I'm breaking my butt to finish this article. I had no idea I'd be doing all the footwork to find the publisher, too, but hey, I'll do that. What I DON'T get is why this Trisha person has just parachuted onto the scene.
I need Rob, because he's a close associate of the subject of my biography, Alex. I can't alienate him, so I sort of go along with this. He gives me Trisha's email. We correspond a few times, and she's weirdly urgent. She wants to see me RIGHT AWAY. She wants me to send her my first draft RIGHT AWAY.
I'm baffled by the urgency, but I keep corresponding with Trisha, thinking that if I do and get more information, the logic of all of this will sort of come clear. But it doesn't. I tell her I'm a college grad, I'm actually a good writer, and I don't need remedial writing help or massive structural changes. I'm happy to use her for an hour or so if she wants to look over my five-page double-spaced article, but I don't need her services until I actually have a publishing prospect.
She comes back with, "Let's get together. Have you heard anything from the magazine? We need to have coffee."
And then Dan is emailing and calling me with the same kind of thing. "Just give her your article. No one's going to steal it. Just let her see what you've got. And talk to Sarah and Angie, they have contacts at the magazine."
I spend a couple of completely fruitless weeks tracking down Sarah and Angie, both of whom have "don't-answer-email" syndrome, and I'm ready to scream. My brain is in a whirl because every few days, Dan is asking me if he can see the piece. I'm utterly confused. I don't want to email him my piece, because I want to submit it to the editor of the magazine. Dan has looked at my writing before (in regard to a section of the book about Alex), and he made some corrections to my text that made the writing sound awful - pompous, stiff, formal, terrible. I don't want him mucking around with my prose, but he seems to be my only link to the magazine.
I give up on the one local magazine Dan told me about, and start pitching wildly to other publications, local and national. I figure it's a good idea, this musician is famous and he's at a watershed moment in his career. He's newsworthy, and somebody will want the piece. So I email Dan that I've had no success in getting a hold of anyone at the first magazine he suggested - the one phone number on their web site leads nowhere, and I've emailed two editors and gotten no response. But I'm sending my idea to a whole bunch of other publications, and I have high hopes someone will want it.
He comes back with, "No! They've set a space aside in (blank) magazine for your piece!" And I'm like, "So who the hell am I supposed to contact at the bleeping magazine? Give me something here!" And he says, "Didn't Sarah or Angie get back to you?" And I said, "Look Dan, just tell me who approached you. Who was it? Just give me a name. Whose idea was this? If I have a name, I can follow it up."
And he tells me it was Alex's wife's idea that someone should write an article. Dan claims he sat there next to Alex while Alex made a call to Sarah, and that he distinctly heard him say the words: "Get Kitten the contact at (blank) magazine, and hurry!"
Sarah finally emailed me back, but she didn't have a name or number of anyone at the magazine.
This morning I get another just FRANTIC email from the weird copy editor, Trisha, demanding that we go to coffee.
So - a few minutes ago I finished a draft of an email response in which I tell her that I'm confused and feeling very pushed, and I would like her to back off.
I haven't sent it yet, because she's Dan's good friend (maybe girlfriend? Is he just trying to get her some freelance work through me? How far is $22.00 for an hour's work going to go anyway? Can she possibly be that desperate?). And Dan is Alex's right-hand guy, and since Alex is the subject of my biography, I really can't afford to alienate anyone he's close to.
I'm a first-time writer. I had an opinion piece published in a newspaper a few years ago, but that's it. I know I can write my own article, though. I don't need an army of people to help me, but the ONE THING I do need I can't get - a response from the local magazine that is supposedly raring to go and waiting for my piece! And I'm getting nothing back from them, and nothing but pressure from Dan!
Is everyone nuts? Am I just not getting something here? I would love your input...And sorry this was so long! http://www.simplelivingforum.net/images/smilies/sEm_blush3%5B1%5D.gif
So my subject - let's call him Alex - was excited by this idea, and he agreed to it right away. Since October he's give me tons of material on tape, and he's let me scan a whole bunch of photos and other documents. So far so good.
During the process of researching my book, I've been working a lot with a librarian who is a close associate of Alex. His name is Dan, and Alex thinks he walks on water. Alex says I can ask this guy for help with simply ANYTHING relating to my project, and that he'll be delighted to help. So far, Dan really has been wonderful. But suddenly there's some weirdness, so I wanted to get your take on it.
I get an urgent call from Dan, that somebody at a local magazine wants to publish a story about Alex. Dan knows I'm writing a book, so he thought of me. I thought: Great! Dan says they "have a space set aside" for the piece about Alex, and I should begin writing a 2,000 word piece immediately. I tend to thrive on deadlines, and I'm happy and excited. So I get to work.
A week or so later, Dan is pressuring me to show him the piece. I said I didn't want to put it out there yet, before communicating with the editor at the magazine who asked for it. "Who do I get in touch with?" I asked. Dan said he didn't know. I should call his co-worker Sarah, and I should try Angie. They might have a contact at the magazine.
Dan also puts me in touch with his friend Trisha, a copy editor and a freelance writer who does technical writing. (Technical? I'm thinking.) "You really need to meet Trisha," he says. "She's my friend and she's really good with this stuff. Send her your article. It doesn't have to be finished. Send her whatever you've got, but you need to do it now. Meet her for tea and get to know her. You'll like her!"
My mind is all question marks. I'm busy, I have a full time job, and I'm breaking my butt to finish this article. I had no idea I'd be doing all the footwork to find the publisher, too, but hey, I'll do that. What I DON'T get is why this Trisha person has just parachuted onto the scene.
I need Rob, because he's a close associate of the subject of my biography, Alex. I can't alienate him, so I sort of go along with this. He gives me Trisha's email. We correspond a few times, and she's weirdly urgent. She wants to see me RIGHT AWAY. She wants me to send her my first draft RIGHT AWAY.
I'm baffled by the urgency, but I keep corresponding with Trisha, thinking that if I do and get more information, the logic of all of this will sort of come clear. But it doesn't. I tell her I'm a college grad, I'm actually a good writer, and I don't need remedial writing help or massive structural changes. I'm happy to use her for an hour or so if she wants to look over my five-page double-spaced article, but I don't need her services until I actually have a publishing prospect.
She comes back with, "Let's get together. Have you heard anything from the magazine? We need to have coffee."
And then Dan is emailing and calling me with the same kind of thing. "Just give her your article. No one's going to steal it. Just let her see what you've got. And talk to Sarah and Angie, they have contacts at the magazine."
I spend a couple of completely fruitless weeks tracking down Sarah and Angie, both of whom have "don't-answer-email" syndrome, and I'm ready to scream. My brain is in a whirl because every few days, Dan is asking me if he can see the piece. I'm utterly confused. I don't want to email him my piece, because I want to submit it to the editor of the magazine. Dan has looked at my writing before (in regard to a section of the book about Alex), and he made some corrections to my text that made the writing sound awful - pompous, stiff, formal, terrible. I don't want him mucking around with my prose, but he seems to be my only link to the magazine.
I give up on the one local magazine Dan told me about, and start pitching wildly to other publications, local and national. I figure it's a good idea, this musician is famous and he's at a watershed moment in his career. He's newsworthy, and somebody will want the piece. So I email Dan that I've had no success in getting a hold of anyone at the first magazine he suggested - the one phone number on their web site leads nowhere, and I've emailed two editors and gotten no response. But I'm sending my idea to a whole bunch of other publications, and I have high hopes someone will want it.
He comes back with, "No! They've set a space aside in (blank) magazine for your piece!" And I'm like, "So who the hell am I supposed to contact at the bleeping magazine? Give me something here!" And he says, "Didn't Sarah or Angie get back to you?" And I said, "Look Dan, just tell me who approached you. Who was it? Just give me a name. Whose idea was this? If I have a name, I can follow it up."
And he tells me it was Alex's wife's idea that someone should write an article. Dan claims he sat there next to Alex while Alex made a call to Sarah, and that he distinctly heard him say the words: "Get Kitten the contact at (blank) magazine, and hurry!"
Sarah finally emailed me back, but she didn't have a name or number of anyone at the magazine.
This morning I get another just FRANTIC email from the weird copy editor, Trisha, demanding that we go to coffee.
So - a few minutes ago I finished a draft of an email response in which I tell her that I'm confused and feeling very pushed, and I would like her to back off.
I haven't sent it yet, because she's Dan's good friend (maybe girlfriend? Is he just trying to get her some freelance work through me? How far is $22.00 for an hour's work going to go anyway? Can she possibly be that desperate?). And Dan is Alex's right-hand guy, and since Alex is the subject of my biography, I really can't afford to alienate anyone he's close to.
I'm a first-time writer. I had an opinion piece published in a newspaper a few years ago, but that's it. I know I can write my own article, though. I don't need an army of people to help me, but the ONE THING I do need I can't get - a response from the local magazine that is supposedly raring to go and waiting for my piece! And I'm getting nothing back from them, and nothing but pressure from Dan!
Is everyone nuts? Am I just not getting something here? I would love your input...And sorry this was so long! http://www.simplelivingforum.net/images/smilies/sEm_blush3%5B1%5D.gif