Fame and Fortune and other F words.
So I don't know if you heard, but apparently the Annoyed Librarian has sold out and has started writing for LJ.
I saw a post that derided her (or their) new found fame as if getting paid a little money for writing is a horrible thing. But now she has to really write stuff. She has to find a way to be annoyed about libraries once or twice a week in order to earn her keep; and this means she's probably going to have to make stuff up. I hope she can figure out how to do it and still "keep it real." (sorry.)
But because of this news, I feel I need to confess something to all of my readers, the.effing.librarian has been making money writing about libraries for many years now, for example:
Dear Penthouse letters,
You won't believe what happened to me in the LIBRARY the other day. I was browsing the stacks looking for a tune-up manual for my badass Kawasaki 650 when I was approached by a woman who was pretty stacked herself. She had huge double-D's, and when she noticed my gaze targeting her huge rack, she pressed past me in the narrow aisle and pushed those well-fed puppies against my tense chest. And you can bet that's not all that was getting tense.
She was somewhere in her thirties, a little on the plain side, but pretty, with her hair pinned up in the back and her lips colored the same bright red that was printed on the "no cell phones" sign in the front of the Circulation desk. Her skirt stretched against her firm backside as she bent down to retrieve my book.
"That's a tight ride," she said and grinned, hinting that she was also a tight ride. "I bet you can ride it all night."
What she said wasn't Fiction, and we hooked up later on.
As you can see, we all need to make a little extra cash; I got $50 for that one. But unlike the Annoyed Librarian, I don't need to make up stories to do it.