Whine And Filthy Lucre
A mid-list author complains bitterly that she isn't making the big bucks as a novelist, thanks to meanie publishers who wouldn't take on her second book after her first book lost money, and other such tales of woe. To keep her daughter "in Nikes," she was forced to clean septic tanks with a toothbrush and three pieces of Kleenex; ie, suffer the indignity of writing copy for the dot-coms and penning a celebrity bio. A tragic tale of woe. As movie critic Peter Stack once wrote: "My tears stuck in their little ducts, refusing to be jerked."







Writing for the publishing industry doesn't pay. Stop the presses.
fogg at March 23, 2004 6:49 AM