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[David Moldawer] In which we decrypt the publishing industry
Ignorance has a way of aligning itself with grief. Most writers are wholly inept to the intricacies of the publishing industry and to them David Moldawer illuminates like a prophet. He’s a veteran—a decorated soldier whose varied medals dazzle the eyes—and after speaking with him, I was forever changed.
My ignorance was strong when it came to traditional publishing. It’s the kind of stuff that requires an insider’s perspective that has witnessed a book’s journey from wads of crunched paper to a well-worn dust-jacket with the words “National Best Seller” printed under the author’s name.
the depth of my ignorance was chronic, ignorant to its own severity
David and I met at a writer’s meet-up, an impenetrable gaggle of potential clients assuaged him which required a friend-of-a-friend to penetrate and allow for an introduction. David’s a literary-looking guy with a slightly nasal New York accent, thick glasses, scruffy beard, sweater covered button-up and intelligent eyes—and affable, accepting my request for an interview without the slightest hesitation. I am thankful for this—you see, the depth of my ignorance was chronic, ignorant to its own severity. David helped me crawl out from the darkness.
You too will feel that warm glow of enlightenment if you give this episode a serious listen.
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By [email protected] (J.S. Leonard)Ignorance has a way of aligning itself with grief. Most writers are wholly inept to the intricacies of the publishing industry and to them David Moldawer illuminates like a prophet. He’s a veteran—a decorated soldier whose varied medals dazzle the eyes—and after speaking with him, I was forever changed.
My ignorance was strong when it came to traditional publishing. It’s the kind of stuff that requires an insider’s perspective that has witnessed a book’s journey from wads of crunched paper to a well-worn dust-jacket with the words “National Best Seller” printed under the author’s name.
the depth of my ignorance was chronic, ignorant to its own severity
David and I met at a writer’s meet-up, an impenetrable gaggle of potential clients assuaged him which required a friend-of-a-friend to penetrate and allow for an introduction. David’s a literary-looking guy with a slightly nasal New York accent, thick glasses, scruffy beard, sweater covered button-up and intelligent eyes—and affable, accepting my request for an interview without the slightest hesitation. I am thankful for this—you see, the depth of my ignorance was chronic, ignorant to its own severity. David helped me crawl out from the darkness.
You too will feel that warm glow of enlightenment if you give this episode a serious listen.
SNIPPETS
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