When I saw the envelope from the ABA in this morning’s mail, I figured it was just the latest dunning letter asking me to pay for fourteen years’ back bar association membership dues. But it turned out to be from the American Booksellers Association.
It seems that now all my books have to carry this advisory notice on the front cover:
Now I need to find a lawyer. I mean, a competent one. Does anyone know Maud Newton’s number?
where did you get that.
my next novel is being rejected everywhere. publisher poison.