A little less than a year
ago, I went on a first (and only) date with a guy we’ll call Mr. Downer*. Mr.
Downer met me for drinks at a bar near my apartment. After initial pleasantries
and a drink order, he asked me to tell him a bit about ESP. I told him that
we’re a new kind of science fiction publishing company and begin to tell him a
bit about one of our projects.
Before I could get through
just a few sentences about giant killer robots and forecasting themes in
society, he stopped me with a wave of his hand. Mr. Downer had heard enough to
know that my business was going to fail. Why? Well, it wasn’t for bad business
practices, and it wasn’t because there’s no space at all in the industry for a
new publishing company.
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| This pic is here because I just made my boyfriend watch Barbarella for the first time, and now he cringes whenever it's my turn to choose a movie... |
