… where I come from in Govan, chess is a contact sport… getting published for the first time is much the same … #TBSU…

Seumas Gallacher

… apart from folks attending the Chelsea Flower Show, no-one ever  ‘promises ye a Rose Garden ‘… the next clutch of billionaires to make the Forbes Richest list are unlikely to come from the ranks of Authordom… and yet, still, like the massive herds of wildebeest that perennially thunder across the Serengeti Plains, trillions of we newbies (and some older-ies) replicate that migration in the manner of hordes of us daily heading toward the feeding fields of fame in fiction factories… the Grail of Getting Grabbed Gregariously into the Grand Gollancz/Gefen/Gaspereau/GrovePress arenas… exhorted as we often are ‘to enjoy the trip as much as getting to the destination’… for many, the travails ARE long and tortuous… I know of NO quill-scrapers who have yet to profess their ecstasy in hunting down an agent to represent their masterpiece… NO scriveners who extol the joys of counting the rejection…

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