About a month ago, I dumped my agent. It wasn't working. After that, I dumped my book proposal. It wasn't working, either. Then, I started all over. I retitled the book. The new title is PORN. This time around, the book is about porn--and men. A long time ago, I was a book publicist for an imprint of Simon & Schuster. The job was boring and dull and involved the promotion of books that were boring and dull authored by writers who were boring and dull. But my boss taught me something I never forgot. She was of the opinion writers don't write about what they know. Writers write about what they don't know. Now I'm nearly done. The proposal is very provocative. It is my monster child. Soon, I'll send it to a potential agent who has expressed interest--and then, we'll see.
