Please be
patient while I pitch out some gnawed-on bones, a
few pieces of rabbit fur, an odd assortment of
feathers, stones, and twigs . . . deodorize the
rooms, hang new draperies, lay a fresh grass
carpeting over the dirt floor, and restock the
fridge with Jazz diet Pepsi.
In case you're wondering, my recent historical
novels have been revised ad nauseum,
polished to the best of my current ability, and
are ready for submission to editors and agents.
If you're not familiar with the book publishing
industry, just let me say: What a very long
process this can be! There are no magic formulas,
no buttons to push nor wands to wave and summond
a publishing genie who'll burst through your
front door and crush your poor writing hand while
yelling, "I want your book! I want your
book now! Please let me publish your book!"
and pulls out a thick wad of bills and a contract
to prove how serious he is.
