No, literally, I was bushwacked and blindsided with a body slam and a kidney punch last night. Here I've been touting my excitement with getting River Bottom Blues published and mentioning with the last post that my cover art had been assigned and how neat seeing it would be. That all went down the proverbial toilet first with an e-mail from the chairman of the publishing company stating that he was resigning, but that his other three partners would carry on as usual. Whew! Then I clicked over to our author forum to see what was what and a message from one of the remaining three said "no sweat", that they'd pick up the slack and get down to business. Whew 2! Before crawling into bed, I checked our forum once more and there was a message from one of the other three stating that, no, THAT'S it for us, that they are closing up shop and going about their lives with other ventures and projects. She wished us all well. End of story.
Soooo, it's back on the submission trail to find someone who has the same passion for my story as these folks did. A story that I finished writing over two years ago. Man, this has been like wading in quick sand and then the rope I grab to pull up on dry land snaps. Oh, well. What the hell. Time to grab root and growl.
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