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Wheatyard was just turned down for the fourth time, by one of the very best independent presses out there. They said that while they were "intrigued" by the story's premise, it just didn't fit their fiction needs. Which, for all I know, might just be their boilerplate language for rejections. As has been my habit, I immediately turned around and submitted a query to another great indie. One of these has to hit eventually. Onward.

January 4, 2012 in Fiction, Wheatyard | Permalink


Good luck! Assure them that you already have at least one eager purchaser waiting.

Posted by: Paul at Jan 4, 2012 5:28:57 PM

Or two, including my mom. But the publisher is probably looking for a slightly bigger market than that.

Posted by: Pete at Jan 5, 2012 9:27:39 AM