As I sit here lingering on the edge of self-publishing, I decided to read an improbable novel recommended to me by my friend Steve. Robert Repino’s Mort(e) is an apocalyptic tale about a cat whose single-minded purpose leads to a poignant conclusion. I won’t spoil it for you; I’m a professional. I’m always encouraged to see madcap novels published. The Medusa novel I have out with about six publishers at the moment is bat-shit funny. It is also intelligent, and maybe that’s my problem. I know editors, and they are fallible people. They have sins just like the rest of us. Their deadly sin, it seems, is not being able to see the potential in a story that’s clearly got it. Repino, according to Steve, had a tough time finding a publisher for what is clearly a brilliant novel. His story gives me hope. It might just be easiest to give up, but when I think this I realize that publishers are starved for good content. To get to ...
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