The story about the boy on the raft isn't going to be published by Sue and her mate after all. We had a falling out. We had a difference of opinion. I thought the story was about a kid trapped in a cold, dysfunctional nuclear family and that his running away to sea in the teeth of a force nine gale was, if not an attempt at suicide, at least a form of Russian roulette. My would-be publishers thought that the poor kid needed to 'grow in wisdom!' and wouldn't it be nice if he made it up with his mummy and daddy and they bought him a real boat for his pains? All mummies and daddies really love their children, it's a known fact.
Errr......?
tedious vols and am not tempted. But then
I
notice the familiar cover of The Book of Revelation by those
hacks
Barnes and Broderick. With a hollow laugh I fish a ten cent piece from
my
pocket and proffer it to the librarian. 10c is good enough for her....