I follow news tidbits from Chapters-Indigo (Canuck bookstore chain) online, and sometimes make a point of jotting down a title/author when I come across something that sounds intriguing. I did the same today, when I read about The Night Circus.
The teaser hints at a fascinating, unique story and praise abounds from those who have been lucky to read ARCs (advance reading copies). Intrigued, I followed links to read more about this tale, and found myself turning a lovely shade of lime.
See, the author is one of those lucky ones who received a “high six-figure advance” for this, her first published novel. Movie rights have also been snapped up, along with foreign rights for thirty-some countries. It’s being touted as the “next big thing since Harry Potter.” (If those aren’t big shoes to fill, I don’t know what are!)
Now, truly, I don’t begrudge the author her good fortune. I know she struggled long and hard to get to where she is (including something like thirty rejections!), and it’s always a great thing when a fellow author’s career skyrockets in this way. But I really can’t help but think, Gaaaah! Why can’t I come up with a funky idea like this and get my own six-figure deal? *sigh*
It’s the green-eyed monster, all right. I’d like to think I’m above this attitude, but I’m only human. I know other people handle this emotion by considering it a challenge to better themselves and raise the bar higher. I need to do more of that. I also need to write more. Six-figure advances aren’t going to show up without a story to secure them.
But, boy…six figures sounds really, really nice…