Two recent events got me to thinking, yet again, about this whole novel-writing business, and about how fortunate those of us who do it for a living truly are.
First, I was asked to author an essay for publication in a popular legal magazine. The essay deals generally with the business of penning a legal thriller, but specifically with the odds of any one lawyer – or any one person, for that matter – making it into print with his or her maiden effort at book-length fiction. The assignment required a modicum of research into the (opaque, and often contradictory) mathematics of book publishing, the results of which were, in a word, sobering.