It's the little unexpected things.
Sometimes it's GREAT news like your film agent calling to say we have twenty minutes to consider an offer and they need to talk RIGHT NOW.
Sometimes it's an author emailing to point out there's an error on Amazon of epic proportion and what the heck do we do now?
Sometimes it's just a small thing. Tonight for example. An editor pal of mine is in Austin, Texas for the weekend. Why I do not know since he lives in New York City and why anyone ever wants to leave is beyond me.
Temp in Austin today: 71
Temp in NYC today: 41.
Ok, got it.
Anyway, he's off lallygagging about in Texas and of course zips in to Book People in Austin. And he spies a shelf talker about one of my clients. Being a good pal, he snaps a photo and sends it to me.
But this is not like getting a snap of the Grand Canyon or even someone's new loinfruit. It's not Ooooh Ahhh Done.
No no no.
First of all, you forward to client.
Then you email Book People to say thanks.
Then you slither around the Book People site cause it's got some interesting stuff, sign up for the newsletter, and see who's coming to visit in the near future.
Then you post the picture on your blog (upper left corner) with a caption. And change it twice to get it right.
Sum total: 20 minutes. At 11:30pm on a Saturday night.
And all three of those things took about 90 minutes total. And they all happened in a 12-hour period. And it wasn't a particularly busy day.
Dear Readers, I would not change any of this for all the tea in China. I love my job. I LOVE that my clients get picked as staff faves, get movie deals, have books published. It's absolutely the best kind of problem to have.
In fact, it's not a problem at all.
Unless you're the writer waiting for me to get back to what I was supposed to be doing tonight: answering queries (at 11:30pm on a Saturday night)