So you guys know Ryan Gosling, right (@GoslingLitAgent)? Yeah, that's his picture right there on the left. I'm positively sure everyone in publishing is already following this Twitter feed. But anyway, guess who somehow stumbled across an email from HIM to a CLIENT!!!! Seriously, you guys have got to read this! How awesome, and totally lucky, must this "Hey Girl" writer be?
Re: Your Manuscript Made Me Cry
I was sampling pasta when your email came. I had my shirt off; because it gets pretty hot in my kitchen. There was steam. I was thinking of you and decided to make a nice primavera, in case you came around and wanted some dinner later.
Just then my Gmail notification let me know you had sent me your manuscript.
A delightful kitten jumped on my shoulder then.
Me and Scribbles went over to my lap top. I had to close a few Word docs I had open, just some poetry I’ve been working on - no, you can’t read it. It’s not good enough yet. There were also a couple Chrome tabs on Habitat for Humanity. Summer’s nearly over and you know how I like to get my Habitat on in the warmer months.
I was so excited to read your book.
I decided to print it out, because I like to feel your words in my hands, you know? While the printer was going I did some push-ups with Scribbles nestled in my lower back. That kitten just loves chilling with me while I do push-ups, or yoga, or chop wood in my spacious back yard. Sometimes when I chop wood little songbirds will come over and squirrels and bunnies will just hang out. Those crazy guys.
So your manuscript was done printing and I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay and put on some Debussy. The pasta had a few minutes left so I started in on your first chapter. Tears slipping over the gentle yet firm contours of my man chest, I thought about how your dialog attributions have come such a long way. They are just the best. So few adverbs. I got so excited I did a bunch more push-ups.
Twelve rescue puppies rushed in then, and we just had the best time wrestling all over the floor.
Anyway, I plan to spend the rest of my night just sort of thoughtfully pacing my house with no shirt on while I read your manuscript, and sometimes crying a little. Occasionally the cat will jump on my shoulders, or I’ll cradle one of those adorable puppies in a way that lets you know I’d be a great dad. Later on I might go check on my sustainable vegetable garden.
But for now, I just wanted to send you this note and let you know:
Your writing completes me.
Let’s talk about submissions tomorrow. You can pop over after yoga, if you don’t mind sharing some Cold Stone Ice Cream on the couch. I like me some post-yoga Cold Stone.
Whoa! What an email!
Thank you Ryan Gosling for writing this amazingness and for letting me share it with everyone. Thank you! Thank you!
(FYI: This is all just in good fun. Please do not take it too seriously.) :-)