Monday, October 02, 2006

In Memoriam -- Miss Snark

Some doubted her credentials, sure, but we believed her. Great advice, you know? Insight into the publishing world, how agents work, the lot of it.

Well, after that one post....the baristas wouldn't give her the time of day. And you know how small the publishing world is. Editors at the big houses, word got back to them, and just like that, they stopped taking her calls. Got to the point that the little university presses didn't know her name, all sudden like. Couldn't sell a manuscript to save her life. And all for one little comment.

It was the dog, sure and it was all that animal's fault, but would she blame it? Never once. She was loyal; you have to give her credit for that.

Where is she now? Ah now, that's a question. There's been rumors, of course. A pair of stilettos poking out of a cardboard box under the George Washington Bridge. Someone claimed she was in Denver, her and the dog both, but I don't believe that at all, at all.

They say she sits outside of Starbucks, not panhandling, no. Carries this big wooden cross with a sign tacked on it. "Don't put your coffee beans in your refrigerator", but those big coffee corporations, there's no going back. That's it, you see, since people believed her advice, and this one time she was wrong. I suppose she thought it was a harmless little gaffe, but they crucified her, sure, for letting it slip about storing coffee beans in the refrigerator, and everyone knows that you keep them at room temperature.

Insult coffee and look what happens to you. Let that be a lesson, yanno?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't get it. What?

O hAnnrachainn said...

Click on the link in the title - read Miss Snark's blog. Think about it.

Oh, and, it's a joke.