Carnivore has quite a bit to recommend it, though. I'm sure that another house, with more openings in their schedule, will be eager to accept the submission, if they haven't already. I wish you the best of luck with your writing and thank you again for thinking of [publisher omitted], and for your patience.Patience I got. In spades. I'm a writer. That's the name of the game. Patience. What I haven't fucking got is time, nigger.
You know what, though? Sure wish I'd known that I could have been submitting this elsewheres in the meantime. My own damn fault for not inquiring if it would be all right to send to other houses, but publishers are prickly when it comes to stuff like that and, IMHO, it's rude on the part of the writer. If it's cool with the house then coolio, but ... well, whatever. I don't want to get off on a rant. Not that you can't count the number of houses that deal with "extreme horror" on one hand, and these guys are pretty much the only main stream house.
My next submission to them I will have to remember to invoke Satan, use the word "excrement" near the phrase "engorged erection" a few times, and weigh the whole thing down with adverbs.
That's unfair, I'm not angry at anyone, I'm upset in general.
End of the day, this doesn't mean anything ... except for the part where I needed this. Yes, needed, not wanted. I am really tired of eating crow speckled with shit. I don't believe I deserve to be published, there is no feeling like I've been slighted. The feeling is more perverse, more dire ... it's the sound of a ticking clock in a black and white movie. We've heard it around here before.
And I'm tired.
I'm always so damn tired.
He did sign it himself, though, so that's nice.
Of course, had they taken me on they'd have had to bump another writer, and the negative Karma on that would have been huge because it would have been, no doubt, someone I know, 'cause that's how I roll. You walk with me, you end up in the wake of chaos and despair I leave behind. Oops, feeling sorry for myself there.
Don't worry about it.
I'm fine.
It doesn't matter.
I don't need a fucking pep talk, I need to get back to work.
