Bull Garlington's Blog

So I have these posters for my new book and whenever I get press, I send them to the bookstores in the circulation area of whatever newspaper has written about me. I put them into square tube boxes that are way to big around and way too long for the posters which makes them awkward as hell. I loaded them up last night to drop off at the USPS this morning, jumped into my car, drove to the gym, came home and there's one of them laying in the street in front of my house where my car was parked earlier. Sopping wet. Dammit. $4 down the rain gutter.

I've heard you're supposed to write pitches according to a really specific formula but whatever, I didn't. I pitched an excerpt to the Oklahoman with what is possibly the dumbest, most unformulaic pitch letter ever written–with two major curse words in the body (F and G) and just, totally idiotic. A writing coach would have set it on fire.

I got a positive response three minutes after I sent it. I got confirmation they'll run the excerpt less than an hour later.

So, you know, F formula.