My publishing consultant is a really strange guy. When I approached him at the beginning of the year about getting something off my chest - in the form of a book - he said: Sounds lovely; take your time to finish it. At this publishing house we let a writers pace be dictated by his creative juices. Recently he asked for a synopsis and a few chapters to gauge if the book would be viable. I obliged. This is what he now says after inspecting the material: Dont sleep; dont go to work; dont eat; dont drink; dont even...(I am not going to mention the last thing *smh*); Just finish the damn book! So, if you come across a man with bloodshot eyes (from lack of sleep); bent fingers and a bent back like Quasimodo (from spending too much time near a computer) just know its me. And I look like that because there is a nagging man who persuaded me that the book was the footwear I needed to make the world hear my footsteps.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 10:58:49 +0000
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