Photo Credit: Barry Levine for Elektra Records
It’s February 2017 and I still haven’t found an agent for
the middle grade manuscript I began querying 11 months ago. That sucks. Couple
that with completely unqualified people like Betsy DeVos and Rick Perry getting
sweet cabinet gigs and moronic stuff like Chewbacca Mom and Damn Daniel going so
viral they wind up on Ellen and I have every reason to be depressed. Gold
sinks. Shit floats.
But I’m not the type to get depressed. Not my style. You’ve
got to look at the bright side. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When
a door closes, a window opens. Insert positive-thinking clichés here.
As I listened to You Tube today I realized there’s hope for
even the worst writer. You just have to find your niche. Today I give you the video
dialogue collection of the 100 million record selling rock band, Motley Crue.
Look at all the girls. Check it out!
Yeah!
This is it. Back home sweet home!
Yeah!
This is where it all began.
Yeah!
Check it out.
Hey!
Oh no.
So where is it, Jimmy?
I swear a dog ran off with it.
(Laughter)
To the principal’s office!
(Door slams)
Back again, huh, Jimmy?
But a dog really did run off with it.
You’re just never able to see our side of things, are you?
Bend over!
Their side of it? I wish somebody could see my side of it!
It’s for you, dude.
Yo! I’m on my way.
Phone for you, Mr. Mars.
I’m on my way.
Phone!
Yeah, I’m on my way!
Wow, man. I think it’s for you.
I’m on my way!
Keep rockin’, all you indie writers. Keep rockin’.
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