Having gone back to my Medusa novel for the umpteenth time, I find myself still proud of it. Every great once in a while, a writer produces something that s/he knows is very good, and worthy of publication. Of course, the publishers hold all of the cards. I went back to the drawing board to look for publishers who will consider literary humor. It’s not a large coterie, but, at the same time, there is an embarrassment of riches. Lots of publishers claim to be interested in humor. Look at their offerings, however, and a different story emerges. People like to laugh. I read humorous novels frequently. Finding a publisher, however, may require an agent. Agents are more standoffish than publishers are. Most won’t even acknowledge a query. Their websites are outdated, and they have no interest in an author without name recognition. A disturbing number of independent publishers, I see, now only accept agented submissions....
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