This morning, I promised to return to tell you the origin of today's line. It's true, Kathleen. I do have government issued paper with lots of zeros. Ten crisp bills, with a collective total of a hundred and forty--count 'em one-hundred-forty--zeros. But, no, Holly, Ed McMahon in any incarnation is not responsible. I said government issued, but I didn't say whichgovernment. The ten, mint one hundred trillion notes--that's one quadrillion total, for anyone who might be counting--were issued by the government of Zimbabwe. You know, they of the epic economic crash. So basically, I might be able to buy a stick of gum, if I could find a Zimbabwean vendor still taking their own currency.
And the forgotten publishing house? About seven months ago, I sent my books along to an editor I met at a writers' conference, as I've been keeping my eyes open for a new house to reprint/represent the two titles. Of course, seven months is long enough that I kind of picked up on the possibility that this particular house wasn't The One. I figured the whole thing just sort of disappeared into the proverbial slush pile of which we writers are so aware. But what I got was a handwritten card, wherin the editor told me how much she enjoyed reading the books. How she shared them with the entire editorial staff. But also, how in the final analysis they were, unfortunately, just a bit beyond the age range of their target market. But you know what? It was the nicest rejection I ever received.
The One Line Wednesday bottom line? I'm only a quadrillionaire on a technicality. And my books are still looking for a new publishing home. But considering the unexpected mail I received today, I think I had a pretty good deal...(no further explanation on today's delivery.)
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