To celebrate an already shitty month, I just received a nice fat package from my publisher. In it was my manuscript for my first book and the CD with the manuscript on it and a letter. In the letter, my publisher explained its decision to NOT publish my book after all, after two years of waiting, after two years of planning and marketing.
Let me put this in perspective: everything I did for the past two years, every decision I made, it was all centered around my first novel. My first novel, and it was going to be published by one of the biggest independent publishers in the country. They told me to get blurbs for the back of the book, so I did. They told me to start a blog, so I did. I don't even fucking enjoying blogging. I don't like the concept of blogging, and I never know what to say in this fucking thing.
So from here on out, this blog will be used primarily for the purpose of presenting information related to Brew City Magazine and occasionally a rant like this one.
Fuck you, Harbor House.
Friday, March 23, 2007
The end of a month
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Mad much? Can't blame you there. Sorry about what happened to you darlin', but judging from what I've read you'll find a way to get your book out there and then when it becomes a best and everyone wants it, the publishing house is going to be kicking themselves in the rear and you can again (but enjoy it much more) tell them to shove it.
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