"Publish a novel," they said. "Then someone might care about your collection."
"But these stories are special," I said. "They're linked!"
|"Who cares about rejection?"|
Finally I published the novel in 2014. And, guess what, mice: they were right! As you can see above I now have advanced reading copies of the linked story collection, which my publisher calls "entwined."
The advanced reading copies arrived on Saturday to my front porch. I took the above picture as proof that there can be a pay-off to hanging in there and being persistent. Like a cockroach, a literary cockroach.
There are worse things. Never say die, right?