I Won!

In a bygone era I fancied myself a *writer.*  I typed a novel titled *Broken Crown* (not the same *Broken Crown* I am now selling on Amazon.com).  Only a handful of people have read it.  I remember it as being mildly amusing, certainly not Hemingway or Nabokov, but better than the shit being published in America today.  Anyways, I sent the novel to many, many publishers—they all rejected it.  After the first dozen or so rejections I changed the tone of my query letter or whatever you call it.  I knew it wasn't going to be published, so in essence I rejected the publishers first, LOL.

Anyways, I was cleaning out my basement yesterday and came across a cardboard box with old letters and shit.  Many of them were rejection letters.  One of them was from a New York snob.  Some uppity broad from a shit-ass little publisher named Soho Press.  I re-read this broad's rejection letter and laughed as loud as I probably did some 30 years or so ago.  And then I was curious, was this broad still alive?

No.

She's been dead for over 15 years!!  I outlived her!!  So, I WON!  Congratulations to me!