This morning, I received an email from David Kirk! "Greetings," he said in the subject line. Seeing this utmost famous children's book illustrator's name in my email box almost gave me a heart attack. I mean, David Kirk!— as in the creator of the colorful, and immensely successful Miss Spider franchise. One of the few illustrators — if any — to make the pages of the Wall Street Journal for his big successes of the early 90s.
What did David Kirk want with me? Curiosity began to spin my brain in circles, I grew dizzy with anticipation. Maybe he belongs to some invitation-only, exclusive group of illustrators, and was going to extend me an invitation. I started to formulate the acceptance letter in my mind. Maybe he's co-chairing a literary festival, along with some other big name author, in some faraway city, and I am requested to be on the guest roll. Maybe his editors had envisioned a collaborative effort between David Kirk and myself — Miss Spider Marries a Roach from The Hood. Oh my gosh! I need an agent if I'm going to work with David Kirk!
My computer — just as star struck as I — froze as I opened his email. I rebooted, logged onto the internet, found that email. I was disappointed.
This particular David Kirk was a spammer. He wanted to deposit $48.550 million dollars into my savings account if I gave him my banking account information.
Sigh. I feel so nobody-ish.