Yesterday I got an email from “HarperCollins” telling me they wanted to acquire one of my books. I was immediately skeptical. For one thing I did not know how an agent from HarperCollins could find one of my books. But since miracles do happen, I googled the agent and discovered she was an actual agent for HarperCollins. After that I did get excited. Or rather “cautiously optimistic” Every writer/actor/creator dreams of that big break. Being discovered. Being able to tell themselves they are “legit” which for some reason I have trouble doing. I guess I don’t believe in myself enough. I contacted a friend to see if she could help determine if the email was a scam. Several hours later she sent back an article about fraud at HarperCollins. I checked all the boxes. It was not a “HarperCollins” email I had received (and I later received another from the scammers asking for money which only confirmed my suspicions).
I was….upset. I actually cried which is kind of pathetic. I know I’m only twenty eight but to see one of my books go mainstream would make me so damn happy and fulfilled. The trajectory of my life sort of went rogue so I’d love some validation from God or HarperCollins or anyone who can tell me with certainty that I am a good writer and I will make it. I guess dozens of others feel the same. Dozens of writers want to know that they are good….good enough to make it anyway.
I was actually at the mall when this happened waiting to meet a friend. I really did not want to scare the friend away since it was our first time hanging out. So I sucked it up and between my sweet friend and the retail therapy (I got a T-shirt that says “Sleigh Girl Sleigh”) I had an awesome evening. Later I reported the fraud to HarperCollins who confirmed it. Hope they nab the bastard. Giving false hope to writers is a cruel thing. But I had a good time that night regardless. They can’t take that from me.
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