
I received this nugget this morning:
I am looking for someone that would like to publish my book. If you are not interested, I would love it if you can forward this letter to someone you think might be interested, and please let them know.
Thank you,
Oblivious QuillPusher.
I have attached a finish copy of my book, here, for you. Thank you.
(Name and address inserted here)
P.S. Please do not email me back, I hardly ever answer my emails on a regular basis, fax, or mail, is the best way to get a hold of me, thank you.
I’ve belabored this point before, but good gogly mogly, things like this just hurt the heart. We joke about this type of thing, but the truth of the matter is that it’s really no laughing matter. This guy was serious. At least I’m fairy certain he was. The manuscript was as painful to read as his “cover letter.” My eyes bled.
Why, why, why do people do this? Why would they put effort into their work – no matter how poorly written – only to act like third graders? I realize that it’s a wide, crazy world out there, but I happen to take my work very seriously. Is it too much to ask that writers do the same?
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