Schweinkram

I was eating out with my parents. The conversation turned to my spotting of Helmut Markwort just the day before in a dingy Starbucks. As I described seeing this august person in the (prodigious) flesh for the first time, my mother interrupted me. "Do write about stuff like that. People want to read about stuff like that." My father cut in "It needs a nice title. Direct. How about Schweinkram?" Back to my mother "That would be sure to be success. You'd only need to take out the secretary of a publishing house for a nice cup of coffee, she gives the manuscript to the man in charge. You sell a million books, get one euro per book, and, bang, you're a millionaire. Only a single million, but still."

And that was the career advice for today.