Monkfish

 

                       I was looking at the blog yesterday, which I don't often do, and found out that I was getting comments I didn't know about. One of them suggested that I try getting in contact with Monkfish Publishing. 

                    In the two years since I finished The Buddha, The Dakini, and The Dirty Old Man, I must have sent hundreds of emails to agents, but I haven't tried publishers since in my previous experience they only ever talked to agents. Maybe this isn't true of smaller publishers. Anyway, I've just sent the book to them. Didn't get a reply from the snail mail I sent to Wm Clark and Associates in New York. Wasn't really expecting any!

                    I usually like to put a photo on these posts, and I quickly came across this one. I was taken ten years ago when I'd was in Central Park just after spending a month in the Zen Mountain Monastery. I can still stand on my head like that, but I'm about fifteen pounds fatter!! I've lost a half stone while I was away at the Samye Ling and in Belgium this summer, and I'd like the rest to come off before the end of the year. For this to happen, all I need to do is stop drinking beer!!

        Sent the book to Monkfish at about 2.30 pm, and got it rejected by the time I looked at my emails just now. This is the fastest rejection of all time. Half a day! 

       The boy said it didn't fit their list. It doesn't it any lists anywhere, so the best thing to do with The Dirty Old Man is just forget about it. Even if I got it published, it wouldn't make any money. It took two hours to send the email since I fucked it up at first, as usual, so I guess that's it. Loved writing it. I'll love writing the one I started about actually raising inner heat too. Shame I couldn't make any money for the wee lama, but she wasn't expecting me to. All is good. 

        Feel as if I've moved into a much better part of life, one without having to send emails to folk who don't want them, or asking folk to read a book that they'd rather not. Freedom, I tell you. I smells like freedom!

         I think five folk read it, prbably one too many! But I'm always going to love it!