The Viscious Rectangle

On the top shelf of my closet, in two vacuum bags, are a pair of novels I wrote a while back. Actually, they are one book, but at a total of a quarter million words I had to do it in two parts. Only Stephen King can get away with a thousand pager nowadays.

As always, the main problem lies with the “We accept submissions from agented authors only/We represent clones of successful authors only” hell. Oh, the agencies don’t say their part exactly that way, but I think “We want original work reminiscent of a corporate blow-boy sort of author”–which appears in the soul of their text–says all you need to know. Anyway, the vacuum bags make for comfortable cat beds. So all is not lost.

The Viscious Rectangle

On the top shelf of my closet, in two vacuum bags, are a pair of novels I wrote a while back. Actually, they are one book, but at a total of a quarter million words I had to do it in two parts. Only Stephen King can get away with a thousand pager nowadays.

As always, the main problem lies with the “We accept submissions from agented authors only/We represent clones of successful authors only” hell. Oh, the agencies don’t say their part exactly that way, but I think “We want original work reminiscent of a corporate blow-boy sort of author”–which appears in the soul of their text–says all you need to know. Anyway, the vacuum bags make for comfortable cat beds. So all is not lost.