Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 26, 2012 19:24:27 GMT -5
"Dear Sir or Madam," Raivis bit his his already chewed upon to the point of abuse lips as he began his letter to the stranger or hopeful mentor. It was strongly suggested that those in the Creative Writing Correspondence Course at NYU try to contact an established author to ask any curiosities they had on the real side of the industry. As much as it unnerved him to contact a total stranger out of the blue, the person's name was on the list distributed with recommendations as to who to contact. Of course, the fact that this person was a romance novelist cemented what resolve the boy possessed to bite the proverbial bullet and email them. This individual was what Raivis aspired to be one day. Paid to bring their romantic fantasies to life and share them with others. To make others in love with love as much as they are.
After checking a sample of the person's writing that happened to be in the 2nd closest library to the Galantes cafe, as one could never be too sure the real gender of such authors due the prevalence of pseudonyms among them, the young man was certain if he were to contact anyone- it would be this novelist. The way they wrote the emotional parts of the stories was the most appealing he'd read in a while. Not too rushed, never torturing the characters to excess. yes, they almost seemed. . .nice.
"Dear Sir or Madam," he started typing again. " I'm sorry to bother you at this time or any time really but I am a creative writing student at university and as an assignment, my class was told to contact an established author in their own particular genre preference of the writing industry off a list and I chose you to try to contact." Okay, he was fudging that a bit. However, this was nerve-wracking! "I read a story of yours and well, you are what I hope to be someday." Okay, maybe that didn't sound quite right. "I mean, my goal is to be a romance novelist. Since your name was provided on the list, that means you are okay with my emailing of you? Right? I would feel bad if your company or something put your name on there without asking and suddenly you get this email out of the blue and are confused or angry or scared. I would be, to be honest. Anyway, if you don't want me to email you, tell me. Or block me. Just don't get mad at the person who put your name on that list please. They were just doing their job maybe. Or maybe they were being malicious and hoping you would get scared, getting a heart attack and leaving the space for novelist open for them. That was supposed to be a joke. Not very funny, yes? Thank you very much for your time and hope to hear from you soon, Raivis Galante."
Of course, as soon as he looked at the email he composed, he hated it. However, he knew he would not want to write another without it being even worse. Wincing a bit, he hit 'send' and hoped he didn't humiliate himself too badly.
After checking a sample of the person's writing that happened to be in the 2nd closest library to the Galantes cafe, as one could never be too sure the real gender of such authors due the prevalence of pseudonyms among them, the young man was certain if he were to contact anyone- it would be this novelist. The way they wrote the emotional parts of the stories was the most appealing he'd read in a while. Not too rushed, never torturing the characters to excess. yes, they almost seemed. . .nice.
"Dear Sir or Madam," he started typing again. " I'm sorry to bother you at this time or any time really but I am a creative writing student at university and as an assignment, my class was told to contact an established author in their own particular genre preference of the writing industry off a list and I chose you to try to contact." Okay, he was fudging that a bit. However, this was nerve-wracking! "I read a story of yours and well, you are what I hope to be someday." Okay, maybe that didn't sound quite right. "I mean, my goal is to be a romance novelist. Since your name was provided on the list, that means you are okay with my emailing of you? Right? I would feel bad if your company or something put your name on there without asking and suddenly you get this email out of the blue and are confused or angry or scared. I would be, to be honest. Anyway, if you don't want me to email you, tell me. Or block me. Just don't get mad at the person who put your name on that list please. They were just doing their job maybe. Or maybe they were being malicious and hoping you would get scared, getting a heart attack and leaving the space for novelist open for them. That was supposed to be a joke. Not very funny, yes? Thank you very much for your time and hope to hear from you soon, Raivis Galante."
Of course, as soon as he looked at the email he composed, he hated it. However, he knew he would not want to write another without it being even worse. Wincing a bit, he hit 'send' and hoped he didn't humiliate himself too badly.