“We appeal to every Muslim, within the regime or assisting it in any way, to recognize that the killing of innocent human beings is forbidden by our Creator and by His beloved Prophet of Compassion (peace be upon him). Do NOT kill your brothers and sisters. STOP the massacre NOW!” - a statement released by a group of 50 prominent Libyan Muslim religious leaders.
Nothing like death:
|Me pitching to agents|
It wasn't. I pitched to three agents who didn't have claws and fangs but rather, were begging for a thirty-second cheap Super Bowl commercial. I believe in my project but Asperger's makes it hard for me to talk anyway, let alone sell. I tend to blurt and tell people exactly what I think, filter-free. I know this so I prefer people to talk first so I can read them and create a filter. At a pitch, you talk the whole time. Bad start.
Lying is even more difficult, not that I wanted to lie, but a sales pitch is like a movie trailer. Don't you feel cheated when the movie trailer gave away the funniest lines?
I wanted to say, "Imagine Napoleon Dynamite stumbling through junior college, on a mission to become a cop."
The more I waited in line, the more I thought about how stupid that sounded. My character is as different in as many ways as he is similar. They both share the tight curly hair and a lack of social skills, but my character is impulsive and crazy like that guy your best friend went out with for two weeks while everybody asked her what the hell she was thinking? And isn't Napoleon Dynamite so five years ago?
After three three-minute stammering pitches, I pretended to get a drink of water and instead kept walking out the side door. I skipped out to the quietest bathroom downstairs and hid until I could put on a confident face. At breakfast, I sat next to a beautiful, poised woman so I pretended to be her while walking out the front door of the conference and all the way home where it was safe.
Didn't my story make it into the finals of the Indie Publishing contest, sponsored by the SFWC? I could have bragged about that to an agent. I heard one guy mention he was in the finals every time he talked to someone, even after the winners were announced and he wasn't one of them. Who wants to be that guy?
There was another guy. At every Q&A session, he came up to the microphone holding his self-published book and handed it to the panel to pass around before asking his question. He never got around to asking a question. Instead, he pitched and pitched and pitched. I saw him so many times I could see his book cover graphic in my sleep. That graphic was embroidered on his tie and his shirt too, and he wore them every day.
While stumbling through my first pitch, I saw him pitching at the next table over. Not only was he wearing his logo-filled tie and shirt, not only were his book, cards and newsletters piled on the agent's table, but he was pulling license plates out of a bag. These were the same license plates I'd seen the day before on a big ass car parked directly in front of the hotel; custom plates with the title of his book.
That's the opposite of Asperger's. I'll bet he becomes very successful.