Last week on The Debutante Ball our topic was the business of writing. I found myself getting nostalgic about my days working in book publishing in New York City. Read on for a little known truth about the biz. And take heart. It’s difficult to get a foot in, true, but at the same time, don’t let rejections convince you that you’re unworthy of a readership. Please — don’t!
My Adventures in Book Publishing, or, the Schlub I Was
This week we’re talking about the writing biz. What could be more in the biz than working in New York City at one of the Big 5? This I did, though well before the major players got gobbled up and consolidated into the Big 5.
I’d previously worked in South America in international finance. (Seriously? Yep.) I wore boxy business suits and discovered that I sucked at numbers. By the time I returned to the States I was determined to change careers. I got into the NYU Summer Publishing Institute and landed a job at Warner Books (now Grand Central) and took long elevator rides up into the Time-Warner Building every work day. Then I got a job at Doubleday Books and took long elevator rides up into the Bertelsmann Building in Times Square.
It was all very heady and wondrous and glamorous in a genteel, poverty-stricken way. For example, I used to PLEASE READ ON