Journal entry postscript, 9/8/13. After the dinner with B. M. Hands this evening, Justice Minotaur vomited profusely, perhaps as much as a man would who smelled the inside of a dinosaur’s stomach. Afterward, Minotaur’s mind drifted to the publishing industry and he shared the following remembrance with a chuckle.
“My publisher in Minneapolis said that within the publishing industry there are three main directions you can go. The first is to be very poor. The second is to be the assistant to the first. And the third is to get out of publishing.”