Adventures in Marketing: Weeks 532 – 536.5

Sold a BEST Ride (via web site). The buyer was in LA. Aha! I thought. Movie option money. The time seemed right. NBA gamble-tainting and all.
But no. He was a writer of books about the Olympics and Para-Olympics and a friend (he didn’t recall who) had recommended my book. He was from New York and the glory days of the 1970s Knicks and Dr. J-led Nets. He liked the book. “A story well told.”

The next day, an e-mail with the “Subject” “Jimmy Don Polk” arrived. Aha! I thought, beginning to suspect I was not the pure artist I liked to pass myself off as, someone wants to make a movie out of FULLY ARMED.
But no. The e-mail was a college psychology professor, whose class Jimmy had taken. She had lost touch with him and feared the worst had happened. I told her what I knew, which was the worst had happened, but in far from any of the worst ways it might have. Jimmy went in peace and, in many ways, fulfilled.

In other news…
1.) I may have mentioned the chapbook/mini-comic I and a café pal have collaborated on. (Text by me; illustrations by him; cover by Adele. He showed me a dummy copy yesterday, and, with tweaks, it will be ready to go soon.
2.) An amusing story for those of you who have stuck around this far. A Danish fellow, who is writing/compiling an homage to/celebration of Vaughn Bode, with whom I opened MESSIAHS, MESHUGGANAHS, asked if I would look over his m.s. (A request quickly withdrawn after he found additional material to include.) Before he called me off, I got as far as where I was described as a jazz critic, as well as a writer about UG cartoonists. I had to tell him I was not a jazz critic. That was a different Bob Levin.
I first heard of that Bob Levin when I was looking for an agent to help me negotiate my contract for, circling back to where we began, BEST RIDE. The woman who took me on was/had been the agent for the jazz critic Bob Levin. That had worked out well enough she decided to try her luck at a second.
Wherever you go, there you are.