6.14.2006

Did I ever know that I'm your hero?

Keeping on today's literary bent, kind of, we need to get personal. And, please understand, this post is in no way meant to be a means of self-promotion. Yes, we realize the sheer absurdity of such a statement on an unsolicited, self-published entity such as this one. But, really, it's the absurdity we're into, not the attention. Quite honestly, we're shocked when we get attention. Which is the reason for this post.

Yesterday, upon being woken up at 5 a.m. by the illegally subletting neighbor for the 10th day in a row, we decided to do some myspace perusing. When we type in our name for fun, we don't expect much to come of it. Well, please visit this profile and scroll down, way down, to her "Heroes" section. An important fact to keep in mind is that the full name of your NB editor is Matthew Loren Cohen.

Right.

So. Um. Yes. Apparently this 17-year-old has decided that I am one of her heroes, ranking just above Mariah Carey (obviously). The reason for this, in case you were wondering, is that circa 42 B.C. I had a short story published in an MTV compilation, and apparently this chick really dug it. Which is honestly very nice. I've always said that if your work can inspire one person, it's done its job. But, um, a hero? For lack of a better phrase, You have gots to be kidding. In fact, I am almost outraged enough to write her a "cease and desist" myspace message. But I'm afraid that might open some kind of crazy door, if you know what I mean.

On the flip side, however, I can now legitimately list "hero" on my resumé. Unless she's talking about a sandwich. Which would be more appropriate.

The point is, clearly I am not "hero" material. I am a shy, quiet coward who avoids confrontation at all costs. I speak only when spoken to and make sure my stairwell is completely empty when leaving my apartment. I am a wallflower and, often, a victim but only in my own mind. I like to stay way, way under the radar. Basically, I'm a puss. Which is why, as you may be aware, I write this site in third person. Which is something we need to get back to immediately.

xoxo
The wings above the wind



UPDATE:
Oh, Jesus. People, your comments reflect exactly the opposite of the purported point of this post. The point of this post was to make it known that there's a 17-year-old in Massachusetts who calls us her hero. That should not, never, ever be an encouraging thing. See, this is why we don't get personal here. Shit like this happens. Lesson, though already known, learned.

3 comments:

satera said...

ok, so here's the thing. i know you and your puss ways, but i have to agree with the hero-worshipper. your work inspires and your commitment to art (of all kinds) is commendable, even if you are deflecting this post before i can even finish writing it. and i have been thinking about that story for years and how i might quit my job and make a lovely film based upon it.

Lori said...

Did you ever know that you're MY hero???

That is AWESOME!! Congrats. I am so very, very proud.

Jen said...

That is cool, despite the crazy door having been flung. :) What is this short story you speak of?