Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Loneliness of the Long Distance Loafer

I'm gonna write this real fast, because my computer is full of little viruses and followers, making it hard to research stuff without being spammed, jammed and crammed.
My intention had been to discuss what happens to a writer when he or she achieves the lifelong goal of getting something into print, between covers with your name on it.

According to one author, almost nothing.
Enjoy the rush and go on to the next book.
...And make money.
Writing is a business, and it should be treated like a business.

Well, yippie shit. I had been in that business for about forty years

I remember doing my writing on the vinyl-covered kitchen table, hating every moment of it--but it was the only thing I could do half-right and at the end of the night, I'd have a magazine piece worth $750 oldfashioned dollars, and if I screwed it up they would still give me a thousand dollar "kill
fee, with the pretense that they would eventually bring my work forward--BF, they called it, but you knew too damn well that it would be marked NG for "no good" and they would never publish it.

Landlady says,"What kind of an asshole gets $750 for getting a story rejected?"
Well, in the anals of history...

But those were the days of being a salaried freelancer and when you'd been a name, and editors were jumping all over each other to steal you from John Bassett, my publisher at the time.
Those days are gone. There is a new crew now, computer literate, smart, and treating their writing like a busines--which, in my opinion, it is not.

From Karen Owen's blog:
Monday, July 26, 2010
When I signed my first contract and turned in my completed manuscript, I believed my part of the deal had been fulfilled. I was wrong. There were so many additional aspects to becoming an author that went beyond finishing the book. Here are a few:

1. Editing;
2. Promotions; and
3. Writing the next book while looking for the next contract is just a small portion of the work waiting for an author.

Eleven books into publishing and the wise advice of a fellow author remains in my head. "Writing is a business. Treat it that way." It involves selling books, making money, and marketing yourself.

Rarely do authors sit behind a desk and let the money roll in. We promote our works; invest our time in book signings and all forms of promotions. With the Internet becoming one big ball of advertisement, authors find themselves involved with social networking, maintaining a website, staying in the loop with Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, and blogs. I'm sure I've left out some. How do you balance all of this against finding time to write while completing the next book.

Time management is the key.

1. Writing a book is only the beginning;
2. Set goals for writing. For example, I'm going to write three (3) pages each day and edit ten (10); and
3. Remember the Internet can be addictive and seductive.
4. Don't allow it to eat up your writing time.
5. Section out the amount of time you spend on any one aspect of writing.

Always keep in mind that writing is a business, just like Ford, GM, and Chrysler are companies who build cars. Every aspect of the writing business needs your attention. An agent can make life easier. At the end of the day, an author must produce another book.

What do you think? E-mail me with your thoughts, or click on the comment link.

Remember, don't be a stranger.

Posted by Karen White-Owens at 12:00 AM

I thought the author would have been more high minded. That, I guess would make me sort of an amateur wannabe, still clutching unpublished manuscripts.
But I have published some. Actually, lots.

And though you're not supposed to attack another writer(and I don't mean to), I say, balderdash.

Writing is not a business, it is a dimension.

It is a lot like turning forty, the dangers ot that time, the surrealism of it-- that make-or-break decade.

For the serious writer, it is always make or break, the uncertainty of what you are about to do, the surprise when the work comes out, gets published, and you still have the feeling that you'd somehow gotten away with something.
...Like you can blow on your perfectly edited words, and it would all waft away. Illusion.
Yet there must be something there, or fewer people would attempt it. Even today there are millions of people working in --face it!-- an obsolete medium, but they are still at it, and getting younger every day. And some are actually making money.

It's probably a religion. Like Creative Writing may be a religion. It has its priests, it has its acolytes, it has its heretics....But a religion.
And like any Jihadist, the writer straps on his bomb of words and walks toward the compound all the same.
Off goes the packsack. But for the writer is is usually a packsack of alphabet soup. And they can be explosive enough if you hit the internet with military secrets as BAD ASS or somebody.
To be a writer can be a dangerous thing. And that's part of the attraction.
You live on the edge. You don't give a shit.
And when you do give a shit about something, it seems half the world knows about it. And the fit hits the shan.

Ragtop Taliban general.
Sending your jihadists out on paper.
Or being a literary hired gun. Carrying somebody else's packsack of trouble. Breaking the story. What the government tells you is a lie. The emperor suddenly has no clothes.
... And not all that well hung.

The writer as verbal jihadist.

Well, I haven't had quite forty virgins; I may have had a half-score of "groupies" but none of them were virgins for sure.
There is a mystique around a writer if he's "in work."
Even if you have acne, beautiful women, usually with their own writing ambitions,seem to throw themselves at you. Even the published women. For they want material, and you want material, and well, into that cosmic sixty-nine!

The fact is that for forty years, I had very much treated writing like a business. Which it was.

But now, the new attraction of being Ferdinand the Bull.
Sniffing at daisies and being a real fop. the pressure is off. I can finally write what I want.

Hey, it's more fun that way...But there is no "kill fee".

But what a mothergrabber of a dimension to be in!

But it's damn lonely all of a sudden.


the walking man said...

ha ha ha ha ha...we write because we have to, if we don't we will explode. That is another of those statements I hear that equals writing is a business,

Both have an equal weight of bullshit. We write because we can. We have the ability and still have the desire to string coherent words together to make a point or tell a story.

If money is on the table we pick it up and if not what...stop writing? Stop doing the only thing most writers know how to do with any sort of honesty?

There may be millions sitting out there scratching paper, tattooing it with ink from a Bic or a Cross pen. If they aren't coherent then they are not writers,

And business is business, In this new age of publishing most publishers want you to pay to print until X amount of copies are sold at Y price then they will give you your initial money back and then begin to share the paupers portion of the profit. The business end of writing for the most part is profitable because a writer writes a check. That is the major portion of this ages business of writing.

I can write and mail off my own press releases thank you (a la Walt Whitman.) I can get to a independent or chain bookstore manager and hawk a piece of work on my own thank you.

In other words...I don't care if I ever see my name in print again because I now know that I have earned the right to list my name under the writers column.

I simply take one less place from someone who needs to make their craft a business which equals making business their craft.

I will write, edit, learn, re-edit, write, re-edit,learn write and on and on not to sell or even to necessarily publish or perish, I will write until I have nothing left to say. Because that is the business I am in. said...


You have brilliantly echoed what I had meant to say.

Charles Gramlich said...

I almost never think of writing as a business. Maybe that's why I don't do so well. I still consider myself a hobbyist in some ways, although that doesn't mean I don't take it very seriously. said...

You are a craftsman, Charles.

And damn prolific.

...Every reason to be proud.

Donnetta Lee said...

Business, craft, hobby, hunger. Maybe a little bit of all. I, who just received a rejection letter yesterday, obviously can't seem to get the angle right anyhow! But--it seems to me that the act of writing is bound in passion. The publishing of writing is bound in sharing. The open hand is bound in business/money. For some, maybe one or any one of these aspects is enough. For others, all or nothing. For today: the Scorned Woman "D" said...

Points well taken, Donnetta.

In my pessimism, I feel that the days of the writer, good or bad--are over. Corollary:
The web sucks up everything.

It seems to me that novellas and books today are at about Grade 10 level, and writers at above room temperature IQ seem to be dumped on. Specific vocabulary of 800 words usually does 'er. Otherwise it's sort of "elitist" to write well or with any depth or complexity. If fact, today, it's even elitist to use proper english!
But take heart. The web is on our side.
For example, google THE SKIRT, a novella by Donnetta Lee, Island Grove Press. See? You can't hit a moving target. The internet has allowed you to double and ten yourself as a writer, and they can't take that away from you.

ivan@creativewriting. ca said...

BTW, Donnetta,

Both you and E.A. (Liz) Monroe are hit on, again and again on my site where your story, THE SKIRT and Liz's novella, THE CRUSH are featured in my blog archives. My publishing company is Island Grove Press and both pieces can be accessed through Google.
Somebody in Canyon County, California, just a stone's throw from Hollywood--is reading you.

I haven't quite checked it out, but who knows? Maybe Hollywood is looking for good material.

The ladies of Island Grove Press may yet prevail! :-)

eric1313 said...

It's so hard to focus my mind lately, i dare not utter the word "writer" in regards to myself.

So now it's back to reading--novels, history, science, poetry... And trying to pick up the guitar again. At times like this, music was truly my friend in the past. Not so much now. Now it's just one more voice poop pooing me for having let go without a revisit. One of many, a wall of reflected denial. But still i hammer away at it, as one must do if they want to cultivate any art.

I'll get back to you some more soon my friend.

Hello, all. I miss all of you.

eric1313 said...

I have to agree--money has had little to do with the motivation to write, though i will take it and run when offered (after a preliminary halfhearted refusal on occasion, egads... always been crazy like that). said...


The Quarks and I--Donnetta, Liz, Josie and Pam--have been missing you in turn. Nice to see you come up for air.

Over here, I've been thinking of you a lot. It strikes me that it is sort of a make-or-break time for you somehow. Sort of Ax'l Rose.
...Where to I go..Where do I go..
Sweet child of mine...
My thought it that you should go to a State University--not a community college--and take up Journalism. Yes. Once there, Kipling's Five Stalwart Men--Who, what, when, where, why --should get you out of any logjam you might have in your writing...Real writing does really start with expository writing, and at this you are already adept.
I would say get thee to a university. You obviously have a first-class mind and may be hampered by some of the dougheads around you who call themselves creative writers.
A convict once tolda me that "writers are dickheads"--that is to say, each with his/her ideee fixe and pressing the same pleasure button again and again. like Pavlov's monkeys, unto exhaustion.
You are smart. Damn smart and likely much faster a guitar player than this old lounge singer and his sharp keys.

Now how to find he money or the funding to get into university....
Good old Ben Franklin journalism is where real writing starts. I'd suggest you go for it.

But there is a trickster in my head this morning, thugh it is said that all real insight may start with humour.

Motto for black colleges:

"A mind is a terrible thing to waste."

...Which former Vice-Presiden Dan Quayle mangled into:

"You go to a Negro college, you lose your mind."

Go to a college. Any college. You won't lose your mind.

Mona said...

Well, writing to me is like shiting or vomiting ( personally) If you can digest something, shit in various colors or consistencies, and of you can't digest it, you always have the option to spew!

Mona said...

btwn, I like the cover design! said...


Yes, first the slings and arrows upon the consciouness, the roil, the shit.

And after a night's sleep, sometimes, you get rewarded with a bouquet of words that seem to come from nowhere. And so you spread them out.

ivan@c said...


The cover design...I had help from people on this, especially Josie, one of my "Quarks". Quarks abound on Ivan's pages.

EA Monroe said...

Great post, Ivan. Everyone has insightful comments, too.

When it's writing for business,churning out book after book, for me those writers' work gets boring pretty damn fast. I used to love reading Laurell K. Hamilton's earliest Anita Blake pulp fiction, mistakes and all. Now, I haven't read one in years.

The typography gets larger and the "leading" more spaced out -- like a 12 or 14 point font with 16 or 18 points of leading (I might be exaggerating). Less bang for the buck, I guess!

Writing is therapeutic. ;-)

Hahaha. Great to know Donnetta and I have achieved Internet Immortality!!


EA Monroe said...

Eric, Rock on Brother! ;)

~Liz said...


Yep. In typography at least, we've been through the mill.

And I want a 36 point title or nothin'. :)

benjibopper said...

I love this thread.

So, me, I've been writing since I was 6, when I wrote a story about a lonesome humped dinosaur. It was fun to write. And it still is, when I'm in the right head space. And it is also therapeutic, when that's what I need from it.

But because it's my passion, I've also made it my business, my livelihood, such as it is. I work hard at it, and I know that if I'm to ever be a full-time creative writer - which I really want to do - I need to promote myself like the biggest slimeball at the party. And that is not always fun. But it can be. Reading for an attuned audience can be a lot of fun. Getting feedback from readers (and other writers) can be a lot of fun, hearing how they responded to characters or plots or turns of phrase.

So, making it a business isn't all bad, as long as you don't lose sight of the fun, the passion, the therapy you got into it for. said...

Why, thank you Benji.

Comment well appreciated.

Points well made and I have to smile when you echo Liz, above.



I for one, would now go mad without producing at least 750 words a week.

...Just like Charlie Chaplin in Modern Times, putting bolt 65 into Frame #3, again and again, and still doing it half the night in dreams.


TomCat said...

Ivan, I faver your view over Karen's. The way she puts it devalues a writer to nothing more than a literary prostitute.

Mona said...

On a more serious note, I agree with Tomcat, and I love your description of the writer.

Another thing... let me tell you something, which Bernard Shaw did a long time back in his man & Superman and which I also think is the reason of why women must be falling over authors ( I view this with a clinical detachment). It is because women try to seek an intellectually superior race as far as their progeny is concerned. & I guess that since writers are their only short cut to this seeking, they must be feeling more inclined to 'select' them as appropriate biological fathers of their future progeny.

In short, its about Eugenics.

Remember that case? When a beautiful blonde approached Shaw saying that she wanted a child by him, with his intelligence and her beauty ; to which he replied 'and what if he has your intelligence and my beauty?'

( Hmmm, no wonder....she was a blonde :D )

JR's Thumbprints said...

I'm doin' the dew. I'm writing for the critics. I'm a pugilist. Whatchoogottasayaboutthat???? Huh? Speak up! said...

PS to Donntta.

About you and Liz being hit on by the same site, which I thought may be Hollywood.
It's not Hollywood..
It's Mountain View, California that's hitting first on you story, The Skirt, and then Liz's story The Crush.

Here is what I wrote Liz,


I was once fired as an investigative reporter, but that's because I called the Mayor at the time a Mafioso...Well, durn, he's dead now and I've checked to local lake for clues as small as running shoes...But I think it was cancer that got him.

What the hell. Ivan always wins by default.

About you and Donnetta: both your stories here being hit uplon by Mountain View, California.

Well, as I say, I am sort of a kamikaze investigative reporter, but it looks to me that the curious party is Google itself. Where are they based? Mountain View, California.

Seems like Google, who scoops up everything because of their Gutenburg Project--Picks up all books and articles and stories, no matter from where or frome when--has not only scooped up your stories, but for some reason, keeps reading them online again and again.

Google is a slow reader?

Well, it's hard to go after them for rights, but some have.
Maybe gotten a nickel in damages. :)

What the hell. Better read than dead.


Ivan said...


And honest enough comment, and it's appreciated.
I must admit that I at times, when I write for money, feel a little like Irma La Douche.

Seems to be a bit of prostitution in all the arts.

Said Nureyev,

We all like to show off our legs, and I guess we're all whores.

Says a former fiction editor of Esquire:

"Don't know where to begin with your talents?

"You are sitting on a fortune!"

ivan@c said...


Yes, a critic named Mr. Dew, has done well by you. He reviewed your book, ADOLPTED BEHAVIORS at some length.
But what's this pugilism?

I am speechless. A timid guy numbed by aggressiveness.
I mentally clutch at buttons of words to hang onto.

A reply would have to invoke the story of a formerly inarticulate guy when prodded by someone smarter or apparently more talented than he. I am often in the the same boat when spoken to smartly.

Anyway, in our story, the stuttering guy who can't respond to verbal jibes wonders:

"How do I answer back, how do I answer back?...Someone always out- out-talks me, faster on the epigram-draw, fastest mouth in town, and I am rendered speechless."

A friend advises,"Easy now. You need higher educaton. I could recommend the right institution for you, Ethelred the Slow. I'd say 'Go to the School of Repartee.'"

"Repartee?" our dweed yelped. "I like the sound of that. Its somehow French and superior sounding."
"Yes, I must go to the School of Repartee at once.

For three years, our inarticulate dweeb attends the School of Repartee.
Upon graduation, he meets the same antagonist.
"Whadda ya say, Geek, stutterer?"

This is the Hemingway moment.

Trumpets play the Entrance of El Toro.
There is a drumroll.

They all wait for the brilliant riposte from the graduate of the School of Repartee.

There is another pause, and the graduate shouts, confidently:

Fuck off! said...


Ah well. You know what Einstein said about scribbling intellectuals.

..."Mere literature."

But women seem attracted to scribbling intellectuals.

I at first thought this true. It must have been my clumsy scrawls.

Said a student, "Nah. It's the way you move in class. It's your body language."

I simply must attend the Chippendale School of Instructional technique, I suppose.

Anonymous said...

am 24 and my boyfriend is 45. We have been together for almost five years have two children and another one on the way. Every time we have sex he watchs porn. At first it didnt bother me but when I want sex I dont get it. When he wants it he expects it. Its always the same roll over he says. Ugh. Like I dont need to be ready or something. And he says that he doesnt even really watch it but yet he can watch it and jack off and not even touch me. I dont need to be in the room for that! Id almost rather be in bed with another man. At least the other man might rub my back, kiss me, or smack me on the A$$. Iv tried to bring this to his attention but hes to mazmerised with the T.V. It getting to the point that sex with him is a chore. One day hes going to wish he had me and not that da_ned T.V. When we split up hes gonna need it. said...


Frequently in the same situation, I had to laugh when I first saw your letter in Redbook Magazine.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Wow, you can ask Ivan anything. In fact, he should start his on column: "Ask Ivan."

Dear Ivan, I enjoyed your response about getting an education. The less education a person has, the more he/she wants to settle things with a five-piece combo. Is it true that less educated couples are more passionate when it comes to love making? That they fight more often, which in turn, means they're more passionate?

ivan@ said...


I am of two minds on this--in fact when I answer the phone, the other head seems to say, "It's for you."

Genius writer Norman Mailer had a good Harvard education.

But one day he took a shank to his wife.
The wife did no lay a charge, but they put him in observation for about a week.
People would ask, at cocktail parties, "Norman, are you still stabbing your wife?"
I guess the answer is, you can be intellectual and still passionate--especially if your wife wants to be a writer too, and is herself passionate by nature.

...But I must say I really like Anonymous' letter.
She has a definite complaint, but I fear she is a blonde. :)

Mona said...

Ivan??? You is turning into agony !?! said...


Funny thing.

When I worked at the Toronto Star the most- read column was the late Ann Landers.

This over the important news stories, the op/ed page, and editorials.

Now, I it's Deary Abby, or her sister, I think.

Yeah. I have been to both sides of the lovelorn.

But I find as I live long,the truth is sometime found in humour; it seems more like something out of that hilarious old movie, "Where's Papa?"

Woman says, "You know, we had this rally nice honeymoon. Niagara Falls. It was wonderful.

"...But after we had sex, he wanted to go ka-ka all over the bed.

"And he asked, "doesn't every body?"

Now there's a Dear Abby letter!

--or I've been into the Listerine too much.

benjibopper said...

Funny, at The Coast it's Savage Love that often most read.

And speaking of humour, ever heard John Prine's song, Dear Abby? Lotta truth in that. said...


Savages abound in Eas Coast communications. I once met a Reg Savage at Ryerson Polytechnical Institute, but I think he found university studies at Toronto to be a bit challenging; he dropped out.
Now this Dan Savage, of whom you speak, is no sleeper.
I just went over to his column on The Coast, the magazine you are affiliated with, and wow.

This is Dear Abby on steroids.


Ever since hearing you say on your podcast that all men use porn, I have had a burning question: What about us women? If all men get a pass to have this whole other sex life, which is (mostly) external to their partnerships and is sexually satisfying, then all women should have a pass as well. Ideally, it would be a pass to enjoy something universally arousing to all women, something that would sexually satisfy us, but it wouldn't be something that turns most men on, perhaps it might even repulse them. If there were something that met my criteria, I wonder how it would play out in our relationships? Also, I am not sure what it could be, as women are a little bit more complicated.

Desires Erotic Balance

Mr. Savage answers, suggests cupcakes, because they may be shaped like little penises, and they are certainly enjoyed, secretly by many women...OMG.

...What strange thread we have come upon!

Mona said...

Ivan? is this the way of quelling the loneliness of a long distance loafer???

Mona said...

By the way... happy Friendship day!

Anonymous said...

look what they done to my song,ma...

well it's the only thing that I could do half right,and they've turned it upside-down............... said...


Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! said...

Happy Friendship Day indeed, Mona.
And to you from the Long Distance Loafer as well.

Friendship Day is celebrated by many countries, including India.

Happily it coincides with a civic holiday here in Ontario, Canada, this holiday commemorating Lord Simcoe, one of English Canada's most able administrators before we became a real country in 1867.

Friendship Day celebrations take place on the first Sunday of August every year. The tradition of dedicating a day in honor of friends began in US in 1935. Gradually the festival gained popularity and today Friendship Day is celebrated in large number of countries including India. On this day people spend time with their friends and express love for them. Exchange of Friendship Day Gifts like flowers, cards and wrist bands is a popular tradition of this occasion. said...


How did you know I've long admired Sixties chanteuse Melanie Safka.
She was a peach.

"I've got a brand new pair of rolleskates.
"...You've got the key.

And, of course, "Look What They've Done To My song, Ma."

She seemed a sort of a little Edie Piaf.

Surely this myst be T., our old guitar player in the band we had.

Mona said...

:) thanks for the mini essay on Friendship day Ivan! I have little to offer today to my friends ...

...except queer carrots... said...

Not even a queer carrot?

Mona, you've got me going an old fashioned Funk and Wagnalls Dicrtionary.

Let's see. We'll start...

Aardvark: A small African mammal...

No, that's not it. Indian scientist who invented the digit zero. The number system was invented in India.


Onto the B's:

Bugs, Bunny: Nah, you been watching too many of my cartoons, Doc. Actually rabbits hate carrots.


Christ, Jesus...

Skip and go the F's.

Freud, Sigmund:

"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar..."

Anonymous said...

arghhhh...whadd'ya mean old?...y'all yammerin' about loneliness,I was going to throw in a little bit of Hank Williams,but decided Melanie S. was better looking,and I knew you were hooked on her...Melanie herself says everybody that writes takes a beating,one way or t'other...the trick is to turn it all another 180,after the beatings, and get it back to where you wanted it...hey,look what I did to my song, it's mine...cheers Ivanski...we're all riders on the storm...

Mona said...

Oh! Oh! My poor carrots underwent a Freudian analysis!

Ivan, is this 'revenge'???

I had just posted some pictures of queer carrots on my blog! said...


I didn't realize you actually had a picture crooked "Colours by Bettinon" carrots on your blog.

Seems I tried to conjure such carrots by Aryabhatta calculus and failed miserably. said...

Well, from Melanie Safka to Jim Morrison-- that Bing Crosby from hell.
Riders of the storm.

Hi, Tony.

I'm still workng on vintage Scotty Moore riffs over here.

benjibopper said...

This particular Savage is based in Seattle, internationally syndicated. Dear Abby on steroids - I bet he'd like that.

benjibopper said...

Btw, I finished Light Over Newmarket. It was good. It took a while to get going, but I particularly enjoyed the protagonist's strange denial of his ethnic origins, and his stay in the mental institution. I think you could have done a whole novel around that theme and setting. The ending came a bit suddenly. After following Kevin's implosion for 207 pages everything just kind of resolved itself in two. The implosion itself was fun, if at times frustrating (because I wanted to reach through the page and slap some sense into the protagonist). That's a good thing from the writer's perspective I think. said...


A pretty honest and well-thought-out assessment of the book. Thanks, man.

You join Maclean's Editor Emeritus, Gerry Anglin in noticing that not too much happens in the early chapters except Kevin's slow burn.
It's when he realizes he has left his wife for a not very good surrogate and he goes nut's; that, as you say, shuld be the armature of the book. Gerry Anglin also wondered what was Kevin's purpose for the odyssey.

Well, at least I got an Ontario Arts Council Grant out of it, though House of Anansi, who okayed the grant, never published the book....Maybe they had the same impressions you had.

Anonymous said...

Ivanski...with all due respects to Scotty Moore,James Burton is the past,present,and the future...rave on buddy... said...


Have to agree.
Flat-bodied Fender cats make the world go 'round.
And Burton does go back to almost the days of Scotty Moore and old Luther playin' the boogie.

benjibopper said...

Just to be clear, my impressions were overall very good. It was a damn good read and a real page turner in parts. I'm glad to hear you've got something new coming out too. said...

No prob, Chris.

I might even grab a line when I go to promote the new version of The Fire in Bradford,
just off the press tomorrow...There had been a hitch.

Heh. You think you haven't shown sufficient enthusiasm? Try some wag over on ChuckerCanuck's political blog.
He says, "Bradford? I've been there. It's an armpit town." :)

Meanwhile, I am hugely impressed that your own novel, Drive-by Saviours is coming out at about the end of this month.
I also note that you've created a website for the book, which, I think, has been published by Groundwood Books--a very tough market in Toronto!
I think if people google Chris Benjamin, freelance writer, they'll be able to pick up any info on you.

Made the grade, man.


ivan said...

PS to Chris,

Egad. I think I got your publisher's name wrong.

It's Fernwood Publishers.

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