In the wake of the blow-up of the
Hugh Howey/Data Guy report that came out last week, DH asked me point blank, "What would make you take a trad deal?"
Me: "Don't you remember? I did last year." (A short story in
Sword and Sorceress 28.)
DH: *laughs* "No, I mean a contract offer on a novel."
Me: "Low seven figures minimum on a property I don't give a shit about."
And we all know right now that just ain't gonna happen.
But later that night, I lay in bed wide awake. (Ah, the joys on insomnia!) The days' events replayed through my head, and of course, things rolled back to DH's question. I realized I wasn't entirely truthful with myself.
There's not a whole lot a trad publisher can do for me that I'm not already doing myself. I'm aware of the things I need to improve on, the expansions I need to make, and plans are in the works.
So what can they offer me? What bon mot can they dangle in front of my nose that would really, truly entice me to sign a DPH contract?
Yep, I would sell one of my babies for pennies on the dollar to get booked on The Late, Late Show.
Because Craig Ferguson is just that cool!
