So there’s this guy in Ukraine, very right-wing. A Ukrainian Matt Walsh but he’s not a content creator. He’s a publisher. He created a publishing house for conservative literature that publishes all of our favorite books in translation. Friedrich Hayek, Roger Scruton, Niall Ferguson, Andy Ngo, Debrah Soh.
People keep asking him, what kind of patriot are you that you only go for translated stuff. Why is there nothing that’s originally in Ukrainian? And he says, well, it’s not my fault that you, doofuses, don’t write any serious, intellectual, conservative stuff. Start writing, and I’ll be happy to publish.
Of course, I wrote to him back in October, saying, me, I’m the author you’ve been waiting for. Publish me.
But he never responded, and I was thinking, what a shame, my book is perfect for this mega anti-woke publisher.
Then, today I get an email from him, saying, God, I can’t believe I missed this message when you first sent it. Can you please get in touch?
And I’m thinking, drat. It’s too late. I already went with somebody else.
It’s great that I attracted what now is the total of 4 really great publishers but I so wanted to be with this one.
I cannot believe this. This would have been a huge opportunity for me to get in touch with precisely the people I need to reach.
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