...for making this blogging stuff as easy as point and click so I can get back to work.
But before I go, I met a novelist last night who was discouraged because she'd written four novels, sent one of them out and had it rejected.
That's right. Two times. Two friggin' times.
Can you beat that? Sure you can. I have no idea how many people passed on Beneath A Panamanian Moon before St. Martins picked it up, but it was enough to fill a freight elevator, of that I'm sure.
So share your war stories. I know you've got 'em.
Talk to me.