Oh now she\u2019s completely intolerable to live with. Who needs someone bouncing round the house with excitement? I for one don\u2019t. I\u2019m off to find a corner to sulk in. You might think I\u2019m jealous and I guess the truth is that you\u2019d be right. Well it isn\u2019t fair is it? The world is such a dogist place. Why should we both have been able to submit something?<\/p>\n
There\u2019s this scheme called You Write On, which lets writers critique each others work. Anyway, they\u2019ve come up with this scheme where they are going to publish 5,000 books and it worked that the first five thousand who sent them something suitable would be published. Well she\u2019s only managed to send in one of our books. When I say \u2018our\u2019, I like to think of all the books we do as being shared responsibility. She\u2019s trying to help me to get my diary published and I in some small way am trying to help her with the ones she writes.<\/p>\n
The one she sent in is one she wrote on her own. In fact most of it was written before I was born. Coming back to the point, they\u2019ve accepted it and it\u2019s going to be published in time for Christmas. If panic is the best way of working, she should be very productive indeed. She keeps going round flapping her arms saying \u201cI\u2019ve got to read the contract,\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve got to do a final edit,\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve got to send it in the right format.\u201d<\/p>\n
How is a dog to get any rest round here? Now if she\u2019d sent my diary then it would have been an altogether different matter. I can flap my paws and legs around as well as the next dog, but no she still insists we\u2019re going to find a mainstream publisher for that. And if we don\u2019t? Is she just going to be happy that her book\u2019s published and mine isn\u2019t? I\u2019m off to carry on sulking.<\/p>\n
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