Publishers. Ugh. They should be hung up by their toenails from the ceiling fan, I swear.
First of all, this latest rant has nothing to do with The Gemini Bond. That I did all by myself, thank you very much. Besides, The Gemini Bond is based on my own personal experience, put into a fictional package.
But this latest rage about publishers has to do with my other field in the arts. Yes, today I received another rejection letter. I could wallpaper my office with those. My major beef, however, is that it took them over two and a half YEARS to decide to reject my work. Before that, another publisher that I've had some success with took three YEARS. Do you see the trend here?
I know that publishing houses move at a rate that would make glaciers seem speedy, but really -- does it need to take them YEARS to decide whether to publish something or not? If I were Queen of the world, I'd immediately sign a law that says that publishers cannot take hold an artistic work for longer than twelve months. After that, they must return the work to the artist. Failure to do so would result in death, or perhaps having to clean my house for the rest of my life. They might choose death. After that, I might legislate world peace, and then solve world hunger.
But I swear, the publisher law would come first.