After countless bug-eyed hours spent reading tiny little words on a great big screen and the waves of brain cells irretrievably lost in the process, I can now declare with great sincerity that I know more about publishing than I did two weeks ago. I am so enjoying this newfound wisdom, in fact, that I am inviting you to join me. Mwah-ha-ha-ha! (Was that evil laughter? Oh dear. Where did that come from?)
We’re called The Guinea Pigs.
Actually, I’m not really part of the group. I’m more in the role of presiding mad scientist, though I have yet to track down a white lab coat.
The Guinea Pigs really do exist. Or at least they will until I exterminate them. Corporately. Not individually.
Here’s the grand announcement in regards to my non-published aspirations:
If you are a book worm longing to be a lab rat, and if you have a handful of hours to spare in the next month, and if your eyes can stand the hours of healthy computer screen radiation, then I (the mad scientist without the lab coat) invite you to join The Guinea Pigs.
It’s quite simple.
As an unpublished author who knows more than she did but still doesn’t know much, I am working the kinks out of my book. Yes, even mad scientists have kinks - and it has nothing to do with my hair. I am inviting all family, friends, perfect strangers even to read through my manuscript in three segments and answer a few painless questions at the end of each. No mad editing skills needed here. Just gut reactions. I am greatly hoping this will get me more in touch with the reality of my book and less captivated with the fascinating but slightly illogical illusion I’ve been staring at.
If you are interested, please send me a note, and I’ll sign you up with the rest of my brave Guinea Pigs. (Don’t worry. No one’s been poisoned yet.) If you’d like to know more about the book first, click on Et cetera on the blue strip above.
Most sincerely,
the authorship
