If I can’t be properly qualified to serve as an expert witness in the retrial of Vendrella v. Astriab on the issue of biting, horses and what makes the two things related, I think it is time that I wrote a book. In spite of the fact that I have three finished novel manuscripts which have somehow escaped publication despite fierce efforts on the author’s part to attract attention to them, and three-quarters of a fourth, I am not giving up. I will just shift focus.
Marketability is, after all, the rule of the day. I intend to grab the coattails of a literary trend by publishing a book of advice. Solicited or unsolicited, everyone seems to want it to a greater degree than they seem to want fiction, especially fiction involving troubled children, horses, addiction and romantic disasters, but I digress.
