Monday, July 25, 2011

Lev Raphael in the Huffington Post
Years ago a novelist friend told me that the only thing worse than not being published was being published. I liked the phrase so much I later made it the epigram of my second mystery, The Edith Wharton Murders. But at the time, I had no idea what he could mean. Once you got published, what could you have to worry about? Wouldn't life be perfect?

That was before I had my first wrangle with a copyeditor.

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