Years ago, I had a writer friend who was between books and couch surfing in New York when her hosts brought her to a cocktail party. There was a famous right-wing author there, and she and my friend (who were around the same age and even looked somewhat alike) hit it off.
"I'm pretty broke and I don't know what to write about next," my friend said.
"Oh, just do what I do," the famous lady said. "Just pick on the liberals and push the right buttons and put it in a red, white and blue cover and it will sell. It's easy."
My friend, being quite liberal herself -- much more so than me, in fact -- just let it pass. But she couldn't wait to tell me about it. And in case you were wondering, this was back in 2005 or 2006.
Years ago, I had a writer friend who was between books and couch surfing in New York when her hosts brought her to a cocktail party. There was a famous right-wing author there, and she and my friend (who were around the same age and even looked somewhat alike) hit it off.
"I'm pretty broke and I don't know what to write about next," my friend said.
"Oh, just do what I do," the famous lady said. "Just pick on the liberals and push the right buttons and put it in a red, white and blue cover and it will sell. It's easy."
My friend, being quite liberal herself -- much more so than me, in fact -- just let it pass. But she couldn't wait to tell me about it. And in case you were wondering, this was back in 2005 or 2006.