So, here's a surprise. (I don't mean the fact that somehow my font is stuck on italics and so it seems that I am emphasizing everything.) Oddly, at this moment, two publishers of smallish publishing houses are reading my essay collection. I gave them the range of choices: novel, short story collection, essay collection, and they both chose essays. Is that just exactly how dead fiction is? Used to be you couldn't get arrested with a book of creative nonfiction in a sandwich baggy. (Somewhere in here here is a definite need for emphasis, maybe the sentence about fiction being dead. You'll have to supply it yourself.) As ever, I shall keep you eternally posted. Have a good weekend, everybody.