I'm glad I have other things to do for a living. Otherwise I'd starve.
The editor at Westminster John Knox Press was enthusiastic. She's a jazz lover with a dog named after Thelonious Monk. And she attends the church in Nashville where my best friend is on the pastoral staff. She liked the book proposal and the sample chapters, but alas! "We don't know if we could sell a book on jazz."
Learning for the day: a lot of publishing decisions are made by the marketing staff. Just saying. And I understand.
Another press, quite renowned, sent a piece of form mail. It read like "Dear Occupant." Ok.
My friend Byron, who has a nifty book shop a few hours from my home, has been enthusiastic. "Have you tried Broadleaf Books"? No. Uhh, not sure I've ever heard of them.
So we'll try them next.
