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Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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Now I'll expound on yesterday's entry.

As some of you know, I wrote a short story titled THE DANCE which was accepted by Alyson for their anthology BEST GAY LOVE STORIES 2006. My story THE END OF THE SHOW was in the previous 2005 edition, and THE DANCE was a sort of continuation, another look at Andrew and David's relationship, as well as comparing their relationship to another couple's. I thought it was a good story (still do) and apparently Alyson (or at least, Nick, the editor of the anthology) thought so, too, because they sent me a contract and paid me for it. Sweet!

Part of the package is two free copies of the anthology to each of the writers whose work is included in the BGLS 2006 anthology. Those arrived in the mail yesterday. With the glee, curiosity and satisfaction of a writer whose work is in print, I ripped open the mailing envelope and sat down in the home office to peruse the anthology. I turned to the table of contents to see where I could find my story.

But, my title wasn't there. Strange. Perhaps they retitled it? No, because my name was nowhere to be found either. Maybe they gave me a new name? I know that may sound like an odd thought, but when you use (or are part of) two different pseudonyms anything is possible. I checked the contributor's list and, oddly enough, there was my bio.

Okay, this is bizarre, I thought. Maybe I overlooked my title and name in the table of contents, but my story has to be in here somewhere, right? I mean, I'm not that drunk.

So I paged through the entire anthology. Nope. No story to be found. Isn't that a slow poke up the butt without any lube? The irony is that they remembered to put the "J." in my name.

This is the point where I could be really bitchy and juvenile, rant and rave, piss and moan, but I won't. It's not going to get my story in that anthology. I'm not a big-name author, and they're not going to yank the book from the shelves so they can rectify the error by reprinting the book to appease little ol' me. I could be cavalier about the situation and say, "Pish! It's just a silly anthology." Perhaps if I had a litany of tomes on the shelves with my name and my name only on the spines, I might have that attitude. (But I seriously doubt it.) But I still feel like I'm just starting out. This was a chance to expose my work to new readers and colleagues. This was a chance for readers to potentially say, "Hey, this Timothy J. Lambert guy is a pretty good writer. What else has he written?" This was a chance to get readers to appreciate THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE, THE DEAL, or books by Timothy James Beck. This was a chance for readers who already like our books, or my story in BGLS 2005, to read something new.

This morning, I spoke with our new editor at Alyson, whom I'll refer to as Joe, since that's his name. He apologized and explained that for some inexplicable reason, my story got dropped during the transmission to the printer. Apparently, five other authors will have the same unfortunate discovery that I had. However, I have the dubious distinction of being the only one with a bio printed in the contributors' list. Apparently, my work is so good, Alyson will stick my name in any book. Fine by me. Mark Wildyr's bio was lost entirely, although his story was printed. Maybe someone thought we were the same person. Maybe we're all J.T. Leroy.

Joe arrived at Alyson shortly after a tumultuous transition; people were coming and going, and the lion's share of the company had moved to New York. This puts Joe in the unfortunate position of being if not responsible for past errors, the one who has to deal with the fallout. I had just woken up when Joe called, so I'm not entirely sure how contentious I was when I fell out, but I'm pretty sure I was cordial and did my best to be understanding and respectful of his place in the debacle. It wasn't HIS fault, per se.

I've tried to compare this experience to another industry, to gain some perspective on the situation. The closest I can think of would be if I were an actor in a movie and all of my scenes were cut from the final print. This happens all the time, right? That's gotta suck for the actor. Like me, they're probably excited to be a part of the experience and share their craft with other people when all is said and done, especially after all the work it took to get to that moment. The actor then adds that film to their resume and tells everyone they know, "Hey, I'm in this movie. Go see it when it's released." Maybe the actor goes on auditions, telling the casting people about the movie. Then the movie is released, the actor is at the premiere and is probably grateful for the open bar later when reality hits.

The difference between the actor whose scenes were cut and myself is that the movie people aren't obligated to show those cut scenes. The contract I signed with Alyson gives them first printing rights to my story, and my story hasn't been printed yet. Since my story was lost (That's right, maybe it will turn up on ABC tonight on that island.), Joe asked me to send it to him again and he'll either find a place for it in another anthology or it might turn up in BGLS 2007. If there is a BGLS 2007. And because my story hasn't been printed yet by Alyson, I can't submit it anywhere else.

More than anything, I wanted to convey the embarrassment I feel. For months I've been telling everyone about THE DANCE and BGLS 2006; in emails to our readers, on this LiveJournal, on my photoblog, on my Web site, it's in my bio for the BEST GAY EROTICA 2007 call for submission from Cleis Press. This suggests that I'm an uninformed idiot, or an idiot whose story was rejected. To be fair, Joe apologized profusely and no, I don't hold him responsible for making me feel this way. It's not his fault. Which, actually, is really unfortunate, because then I could focus my annoyance at him, vent, work it out and feel a whole lot better. But no, there's a new guard at Alyson, so whomever IS responsible is faceless, nameless and out there somewhere, doing half-assed work for another publisher. Peachy.

So I'll vent about it now, here, and try to learn something from this experience. THE DANCE will be printed one day, somewhere, and I do take comfort in that. I guess that's the rub. I'm a writer. I wrote. I want to feel like I've done my job and it's been appreciated.

However, by all means buy the BGLS 2006 anthology. There are some good stories in it, and you shouldn't deny yourself reading pleasure and the writers whose work was printed should be appreciated. The first story, NEVER JUDGE A BOOK by R.D. Cochrane, is frickin' brilliant. ;-)

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