The fable came into my mind about two weeks ago.
After years of cruel rejections (some of which are detailed in a previous blog entry) I had vowed never again to grovel to agents, publishers, editors, and so on.
Then I saw, via Twitter, a call for authors to write short history books for no payment but for fifty percent royalties. That's not a bad deal, so I immediately began to put together the required proposal for a book on Roman history (something I know a lot about).
I finished the proposal, and rather than send it, I decided to let it sit overnight and proofread it in the morning--to make sure that it was absolutely perfect, so the publishers would accept me. (Please, please, PLEASE!)
I thought, omigod, I can't believe I'm doing it again! I'm ready to grovel to yet another publisher, desparately hoping for his approval!
And you know what? I'm just not going to go there.
So I decided I'd write the book anyway, and publish it myself.
And so I am. In addition to my novels, I'm creating my own series of short nonfiction history books. Maybe they'll sell, and maybe they won't, but at least I won't be at the mercy of someone else, grovelling for approval.
Lean freedom is better than fat slavery!