Oh well, when you’re a needy, nerdy show off with a recognition complex, you have to learn to roll with this kind of stuff.
Learned something new this week: so far, being an “editor” is a gazillion times easier and less time consuming than being a writer. It’s worth bigger social props too. A lot of industries are like that, I guess. The minions always do the most work. Look at the poor sherpas.
Speaking of which, saw a major loud mouth Vancouver writer at the Little Granville Starbucks this morning. He’s one of those middle aged guys who writes snobby, grumpy, repetitive pieces aimed exclusively at men who want to seem smart (which directly influences what they read). Almost introduced myself for the purposes of greasy networking, but he was yelling into his cell phone the whole time, and I didn’t want the Baristas to think we were friends or anything. Sort of like not wanting to associate with Americans while in Europe.
Who’s snobby now?