Thomas ended the phone call by saying, "I do understand. You are an important author to us. And rest assured we will handle this issue, promptly." Then he hung up. If they only knew how hard I work. A publisher does far more than publish books. He signed. The tasks are endless. And there's another one. He regarded the manuscript with a cold-eyed stare. He made up his mind to ignore it.
But the manuscript didn't rest peacefully on his desk. "Read me. Read me." It seemed to call.
It was like dark chocolate. He couldn't keep his fingers away. So he gave in, picked up the ten pages and began to read. "By Laureen Torgelson."
Thomas' heart fell. It was the name that stopped him. He'd known several Torgelsons throughout his life. It had been a Torgelson who'd tripped him during a soccer match--ending his involvement in the sport. Without the exercise, muscle quickly became fat--a condition that had permanently altered Thomas' five-foot, nine-inch frame. It had been a Torgelson who'd broken his heart. Years ago, he'd knelt on one knee, held her hand and asked the question. That's when she'd crushed him like a bug.
But he'd found someone else. Thoughts of his wife filled his mind; he checked the clock on his computer screen--5:30 PM.
He was almost out the door. But, at the last minute, he retraced his steps, picked up the manuscript and shoved it into his briefcase. One of the first things he did when he arrived home was exile the manuscript to a corner of his desk in his study.
No work. Not this week-end, he told himself.
I'll just take a peek.
But she immediately shoved the idea out of her mind.
"No, that's none of my business, not any longer," she scolded herself.
Marian grasped the handle on the middle drawer and gave it a tug. But the drawer didn't budge. She swung her hand out and up to coil her fingers around the edge of the desk. Perhaps by accident, the manuscript tumbled off the desk, onto the floor.
"Oh, no, how did that happen?"
A trace of a grin swept across her face.
Marian stooped to pick up the pages and read the title. It caught her imagination. She picked up the ten pages, slipped into a padded chair and read.
Well, she laughed, she cried and she said, "My book club would love this book. He has to publish it."
And that's exactly what she told Thomas.
What does a book publisher do? on Chrone.com
I've published a few interviews with publishers on this blog...
You'll find them on the Guest Post page (link)
These posts included interviews with these small presses...
Story Plant (link)
Central Avenue Publishing (link)
Ronsdale Press (link)
This week I received another rejection email. In the past, especially...
Much thanks to publishers who go that extra mile.