The Actuary
Before any cocktail party, I read the riot act to anyone I am going with. "If anyone asks, tell them I am an actuary."
Because, and no offense to real-life actuaries, no one (except a curious writer) asks actuaries very much about their job. Writers are a different story . . . people have LOTS of questions for writers.
You all know those questions. The ones you dread. I used to think that, well, if I met another writer, then that would be cool. We could spend the party talking about books and writing. Well, the last time that happened . . . the other writer got all pretentious and made all sorts of pronouncements about literary fiction and his Great American Novel--which was not yet written but was destined for the Pulitzer. Kind of made me want to to retract my "I'm a writer, too" comment and go back to "I'm an actuary. Now move along."
So here are the questions I hate:
- What is your book about? I hate this one because then I have to trot out my pitch. Sometimes I have perfected it, sometimes I haven't. Now, in the comments section of the last post, I DID say having your pitch perfected for conferences is imperative. But the thing is . . . I don't feel like practicing it for every cocktail party I go to.
- Have I ever heard of you? I have no idea, pal. I have no idea what you read. Obviously, if you are asking me that, then likely not, unless you have some sort of brain injury.
- Where do you come up with all your ideas? I don't know. They come to me. They come to me in the middle of the night, in the shower, in the car, and in this constant and never-ending stream of consciousness/prayer life I have going on. I don't know. I really and truly don't.
- What do you read? Now, ordinarily, I wouldn't mind this one. But watch people's eyes glaze over when you tell them you are working through this at the moment. People think I am weird. That I am a physics groupie and find physicists the sexiest, smartest men on the planet, except for him and him. I often wonder what would happen if I went to a cocktail party with all physicists.
- Are you published? Yes. But I used to hate this one.
- Are you published by a REAL publisher or did you publish it yourself? This is an addendum to the question above it. This is something new in the era of the print-on-demand thing.
- I read your blog. Why did you call your neighbor a jackass? Because he is one.
- And my number-one least favorite: I've got a great idea for a book . . . will you help me write it and we can split the royalties? Sure. You stand here and hold my drink, and I'll be back to discuss it. . . . . Now where are my car keys.
So come on . . . there must be questions you dread! Share . . . .
