I feel bad for the people responsible for making draft picks for their respective NBA franchises. I would argue that the NBA Draft carries more pressure than any other draft. Sixty players are chosen over the span of two rounds and you have to make sure that person is absolutely worthy of one of fifteen roster spots. Talk about pressure. Needless to say, if you're in a job like that, there's a tendency to go with the "sure thing", the stud that everyone and their mother is talking about on sports radio, ESPN, by mock draft specialists, etc. You know that guy has a higher chance of success than someone that's not as highly touted.
It's the same thing in the publishing industry. Agents and publishers are very selective and I can't say I blame them. It's a challenge to give the new guy with the new ideas a chance so you go with what you know. The only problem is you don't know what you don't know.
Michael Redd was the 43rd pick taken in the 2000 NBA Draft. If you're not a basketball junky like myself, you probably would never have heard of guys like Courtney Alexander or Mike Miller. Both of these guys were taken in the top fourteen well ahead of Michael. However Michael was the one that became a superstar in the league. From 2003-2009, Michael Redd averaged over 23.45 points per game and was a force to be reckoned with. Despite all that, it doesn't change the fact that forty-two other teams saw fit to pass him up. Wasn't their fault, they were going with the sure thing.
My name isn't JK Rowling. Or Stephen King. Or George RR Martin. I am Phillip McSween, a kid from East Durham, North Carolina hoping for that one shot. Just like Michael Redd, once I get that shot, I plan to take full advantage. At one point, the three aforementioned authors were regular people just like me. One day I hope to be extraordinary just like them.