Brochure got back to the business at hand which was lines of credit. Bud had seen this all before. The Peacock Bank was running the same racket as all the others: If they.

To know where or how we are bound. But later still slowly I become aware of my flesh and clothes and the robot's alloy glimmering blue in blackness. Sounds and smells are muffled; rarely does another machine. cheap clomid It independently-and it had a horrendous continuing history of its own eventually being published in three volumes by a publisher who had rejected it. ) So we tried Ghost on Dell without the third party and the editor liked it very well. In fact he said he planned to make it a major project. But he wanted some revisions. He sent me a letter detailing them and I had to agree that it was an excellent commentary. So in February 1976 I completed 17 000 words of additional material for the novel and shipped it off-and it was lost in the mails. So I sent a carbon copy and my agent sent that in. The editor did not respond. After a time he left Dell and the novel was returned to us. We had not gotten a ! contract on it so the publisher had no obligation and no money invested. The editor went to another publisher where he gave us to understand he would not be buying new material-then published a note soliciting new material. "What the hell?!" I demanded of my agent. He collared the editor for a lunch-it seems that most business in Parnassus is done over lunches-and asked him point-blank what the story was. It was no sale. Then an assistant editor had a column in a fanzine (amateur magazine) Thrust telling of his experiences and how there were so few decent or original novels submitted and how Piers Anthony had tried to foist off an appallingly bad novel on Dell that contained the word "megalocarpous" that he had to look up. (I don't know why; not only was the usage obviously humorous the term was plainly defined in the novel exactly as in the present edition. ) Thus insult added to injury. It was a hard lesson but one I learned well. For most of a decade thereafter I flatly ! refused to do revisions without a contract and only now with a couple of projects including this same one have I made an exception partly because I wanted to retype the novel into the computer anyway. And of course I have continued to keep my eye open for markets as I slowly but patiently chip away at my backlog of unsold material. This then is Ghost the twenty-second novel I wrote and the most recent "unsold" one as revised for an editor who did not buy it. Including this Note it is now 87 000 words long. I always did believe in it as I do in all my material. I am a typical writer in that I regard any editor who ever rejected anything of mine as an idiot by definition. It's amazing how many intelligent people are idiots . . .. aw85e4657zxc9438367112yyyr