William Georgiades, I think I love you. And I don’t use that word liberally. But, ok, today I am. Maybe this compliment is better, I want to write like you. I say this soley based on your Media Bistro essay about your tragic, yet way too common, experience with the Conde Nast editor.
Adventures in Journalism: World Traveler
A writer chronicles the birth and painful demise of an ill-fated travel writing piece.
Folks, if you are considering becoming a travel writer, read this. Read it. It’s homework. That way, you won’t feel so alone and depressed when it happens to you. You’ll say, “Oh, I knew this was going to happen someday. I’ve been saving up.”
And oh my gosh was I laughing out loud. Big thanks to Tara Weaver for insisting I take the time to dig up this article after I’d already trashed my MB Newsfeed unopened.
William, good luck. We’re wondering how old you are. Your website makes you look too young and hip for someone with such an illustrious bio.
So are we supposed to be surprised? I don’t know about the rest of you, but what few articles I can find among all that advertising are written about places that cost a fortune for people that have a fortune and want to spend $500 a night to rough it in a far off land. I would be amazed if the editors were not a**holes.
I have just submitted my story to Travelers’Tales for your forthcoming book (have marked you a cc). Fortunately for me, I am not submitted to CN.
HILARIOUS. and scary. and true.