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At 112,000 words, the author’s wife convinces him to type “The End,” and go get himself a real job.
Now what? I’ll tell you what.
The author learns that he needs a publisher or at least a literary agent. He discovers that you can’t just dial a number in the Manhattan phone directory to hire an agent or be found by a publisher. Getting the book published quickly becomes frustrating and seemingly impossible.
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