Thursday, February 16, 2006
I'm Ready For My CloseUp
"In the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes".
"It's not what you know, it's who you know".
Well, did I learn a lesson over the last few days.
Fame is fleeting.
And fame is best achieved when you associate with someone famous.
Now mind you, it was never my intention to associate with someone famous.
Actually, for "15 minutes", it was I who was famous.
I was the esteemed winner of Seraphic Secret "guess the 10 year old contest".
As the official winner of this contest, I was immediately sent a Chanel gown (cut on the bias, no less), Jimmy Choo heels, and Harry Winston jewels to wear while retrieving my prizes.
As many of you know by now, I went to a shooting range with Robert Avrech the day I picked up my winnings: The Hebrew Kid Book and a Seraphic Press Cap. (By the way, the gown cut on the bias was just perfect...it moved, it breathed...the heels on the other hand, not so perfect...not easy to maintain a steady stance when shooting the Dirty Harry gun).
I also, as you know, brought the Avrech's a chocolate chip babke (well, actually, I had purchased two, but was so nervous about shooting a gun for the first time, I ate one of them on the way over to Robert's to calm my nerves).
I came home and immediately sat down to write about my "adventures in shooting". I knew that Robert would too, but of course, mine would be much funnier and endearing.
What? He's a professional screenwriter, you say? Don't let that impress you, no really, don't.
Okay, okay, so it is impressive that he's a professional Emmy award winning screenwriter, award winning children's book author, and well known, award winning blogger.
Which brings me to the point of this story.
I had 27 comments to my post within 2 days. A record. I was something!
I knew I was hot. I had what it takes. I had hit my stride.
And so I figured it was time to move on to my next post. I wrote a lovely, heartwarming tale about my Bird From Hell. I worked hard on the story, giving it my all.
I knew I was pretty famous now, and that of course, people would be lining up to read anything I had written.
I woke up the next morning to 3 comments. Don't get me wrong...those comments are from 3 of my loyal commentors: Pearl, Regina, and Wanderer. But that's all I got...3 comments!
Just the day before I had been famous, the toast of the blogging town...people were coming in droves just to read me.
But now I knew the truth. It was unavoidable. The lack of commentors could only lead me to this one conclusion.
I was famous by association. I was famous because I knew someone famous. I don't know, maybe it was the babke, or the fact that I could aim and shoot for the throat (heck, even Dick Cheney couldn't do that).
But my heart tells me, NO! People were coming to read me because I knew someone famous.
Whatever the reason, I now knew that my 15 minutes had come and gone. I was famous for knowing someone famous. NOT because of my great, funny, endearing, might-as-well- be-professional writing. My fame had flown the coup.
But I will persevere, move on, and continue to write. Commentors may come and may not.
That's okay...I'll always remember that special day, that moment in time that I was famous. I will always remember the Chanel, the babke, and the bullets.
And we'll always have...
The Shooting Range