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Publisher meets poet — a short story

2/9/2023

 
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*****Publisher meets Poet*****

Their eyes meet. It is love at first sight, thinks the poet. I'm going to get published! I wonder will it sell thinks the publisher.

But the publisher had fallen in love too and decided to go ahead knowing poetry was not the kind of thing the booksellers and distributors he sold to wanted and orders would be slim.

Are you famous he asked the writer.
No.
Oh dear, thought the publisher.

When he was trying to fall asleep at night the very hard questions kept raising their ugly heads: Was his business actually just a hobby? A charity? A non-profit? Why was he doing it?

So he went to the online, the thing that hadn't existed when he was a young man (he had come of age in the seventies/early eighties — a terrible fashion decade) and asked the clever professor-search-engine (he hadn't a clue what the chatGPT thing was about) to find out if his business was really just a hobby.

And he found Josh Kaufman, a self-taught MBA guy who was able to tell him whether his business was a real business.

And the writer slept soundly, smiling sweetly to herself, dreaming in rhyme.

(pictured — my notes from The Personal MBA by Josh Kaufman — and here is a brilliant video explaining it all) 
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  • home
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    • blog 2014-2020 >
      • I first met Arnie
      • Do you ever get the feeling
      • Sisyphus May
      • Brexit bulldog
      • revision notes the 8th amendment
      • one billboard outside dublin
      • save the 8th or save ireland
      • Letter from Mysuru
      • Letter from India i
      • raining on our parade
      • twitter harakiri
      • am I a writer?
      • come on the Guardian
      • I hope the BBC was reading too
      • brace yourselves gentlemen
      • time to air a dirty little Irish secret
      • Let them eat brioche
      • id ego superego in a venn diagram
      • The physics chanteuse
      • The Untouchables (with apologies to Eisenstein)
      • Depressed. I think my new boyfriend is a chatbot.
      • Election grief
      • Help I'm on too many platforms
      • The questions I would have asked at the leaders' debate
      • a selection from one of my platforms
      • Shhh! It's the Angelas
      • Politics 21st Century
      • The Fumbally Fairy Story
      • My alternative vision at the save our seafront meeting
      • A fond memory of the ferry to Dun Laoghaire
      • the second book deal
      • redacted letters in an artwork
      • the unprinted letters part i
      • a photo blog from Cefalu
      • My 2116 vision (including women in power)
      • Rear Admiral Lunchalot (guest blog)
      • Dun Laoghaire and the cruise ships >
        • An American visitor's thoughts
      • Eclipsed
      • 50 ways to please your mother
      • To tweet or not to tweet
      • Protestant angst
      • The New TD
      • Having the Twitters
      • The democracy box
      • LGBTH?
      • The book signing
      • Dining out on Hong Kong
      • The British Isles happy family
      • Dear UK, Love from Ireland
      • Art that almost moved me to tears
      • Your smart big brother
      • The card that Sappho was dealt
      • it's a relative question
      • My liver belongs to you
      • a melting pot of Irishness (in our new passport)
      • The Dialogue, with apologies to Galileo
      • Sartorial surveillance by An Garda
    • letters >
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      • Fragile
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      • The last two pots of marmalade
      • Untitled
      • fledgling
      • cast adrift
      • Poets and their editors down in the school yard
      • I am Eire
      • Aisling
      • Your children are not your children
      • Where you lie
      • The family that...
      • Two doves
      • They told me Heraclitus they told me you were dead
      • Gone
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      • Crabbing
      • Cold day
      • Gift
      • When I am dead my dearest
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