Listen, we aren’t talking about amazing works of fiction here. I write about poop and shit and balls, mostly. No fucking right-minded publisher would dare sniff me out unless I was already selling millions…pussies. This was easy bait as the publisher rep desperately made a plea on twitter for more submissions. This is a sign of the times, btw. If you think that non-digital hardbound book publishers will be around for very long, you’re nuts.
I had no choice but to spring into action…
No shock here…
I receive no salutation or greeting in my rejection email? And now we drop the hammer…
Thank you for playing.
