Hello there, Stroock's Books aficionados. We're beginning with 'hello there' so we don't have to revise if we don't get this post out till the afternoon. That's right, we're a man of letters. Sorry ladies, we're happily married.
Alert readers have noticed that this blog has not commented on the German elections. Actually nobody's noticed, we just thought we'd begin that way. We haven't commented on the German elections and Herr Merz because we don't care anymore. This blog doesn't think Europe can be saved and doesn't think Europe should be saved anyway. You wanted this, Europe. You voted for this, Europe. And you deserve this, Europe.
What else we got...? We dunno.
Former New York governor Killer Andy C. is getting ready to run for mayor of New York City. According to latest polls he's at the head of a crowded field with 38 percent of the vote. We'd like to say that Cuomo had to resign the governorship because he killed thousands of old people by ordering covid patients to remain in nursing homes, and quashed the First Amendment in New York. But no, Andy resigned because he made some Millennial gals feel uncomfortable via clumsy and decidedly un-gubernatorial sexual advances. We're trying to hate the man but honestly, between Killer Andy C. and the bevy of leftwing loons in the field, we'll take Killer Andy C.
Yesterday we read through the first half of the Battle of Waterside. Much a-fixin' did we do. So it's going to be one of those chapters where we write and write and revise and revise and generally drive ourselves bonkers. We'll do the exact same thing today.
A Line Through the Desert Week...continues. We said we'd move some merch. We have yet to move some merch. Come on, people. Anywho, tomorrow is the big day, the big anniversary, in a couple of ways. And it would still be four years before A Line Through the Desert was published.
We let the MS sit for a year or so while a few people read through it. In 2006 we hired a book doc who suggested we needed another chapter. The end result is the concluding chapter where Jake goes home after Desert Storm and he and Patricia rebuild their relationship. A Line Through the Desert is better for it.
After that final rewrite we spent years submitting to agents and publishers and...got not one bite from either. Nary an interest, nary an 'okay send the rest of the MS along'. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. In all we sent A Line Through the Desert to 80 + agents and publishers.
We just didn't feel good if we didn't have at least one book query in the ethereal publishing world. Every month we'd go to Borders (dating ourselves)and page through a copy of Writer's Market (do they still publish that thing?) for places to submit. The closest we came to interest was a publisher remarking, 'We don't think this is marketable.' As noted elsewhere, they were right.
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