You folks know I'm a private person. I don't usually write about what's going on in my life. That's not the purpose of this blog. But I just got some very bad news, and I feel I need the support of my friends...and you, the supporters of Writer Beware, have always been people I've regarded as friends.
Until this morning, everything was going so well...I was energized and excited by my two new projects. But now...everything has fallen apart. I'm afraid my writing career may be over. You see, I had signed last year to do a very important project for Disney. I was so proud to be chosen from among many writers in my genre to be the first writer contracted to do a full-length Pirates of the Caribbean novel. I LOVED those movies, and it seemed like a dream come true that I'd get to be the first writer to write a full-length novel in that universe. Even when I found out I wouldn't get to meet Johnny Depp, I just nodded and kept smiling. (Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?) My Disney editor was wonderful, and the project, though challenging, held out hopes for being a bestseller.
And as soon after I signed the contract for the Pirates of the Caribbean novel, another completely unexpected offer dropped into my lap, to occupy my time in 2009. It seems that the publicity surrounding Atlanta Nights, as well as all the steamy sex scenes in jail cells and at funerals had caused Touchstone to option the book for a major motion picture to appear next year And I was the writer they signed to do the novelization!
But now all my hopes are dashed, lying in ruins. My agent just called to give me the BAD NEWS. It seems that Disney has been acquired by a new, up-and- coming publishing company, one that wouldn't hire me on a bet. One that has good reason to detest both me and Writer Beware. Matter of fact, I'm their Public Enemy No. 1.
It's only a matter of time before they see my name on those contracts and pull the plug. PublishAmerica would never allow me to write for them in a zillion years. Woe is me...
-Ann C. Crispin