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Donkin's World: I'm Still Here

...I don't know whether it's a masterpiece or not. How can I judge? But I know that it's better than a lot of the crap out there. I should know, I've read enough of it. It's a real story with a front a middle and a back and it's very readable, not like some of this experimental stuff that wins Booker Prizes. Somebody somewhere will want to publish it. But where are they?..

Richard Donkin is determined to get his first novel published.

Richard has already published two celebrated factual books. To purchase them please click on
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blood-Sweat-Tears-Evolution-Work/dp/1587990768/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1214554429&sr=1-2
and
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Future-Work-Richard-Donkin/dp/0230576389/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1260983216&sr=1-1

This is a list of 50 well known writers whose work was rejected by publishers. http://www.onlinecollege.org/2010/05/17/50-iconic-writers-who-were-repeatedly-rejected/

Having had my first agents' rejection and having been ignored by others who I have contacted I understand that this can be something of a right of passage for authors.

But I'm a journalist for goodness sake. We hacks are supposed to pride ourselves on our contacts. I've written about social networking ad nauseum. I'm supposed to be an expert in the field. But when I actually want to use my network for once, when I tweet, blog and Facebook my readiness to talk turkey with a publisher, there is silence. Does no one care that I'm sitting on a masterpiece?

OK, one agent has seen it and after reading 50 pages concluded that, if it was a masterpiece, it wasn't one that she was going to waste any time on. It was too dense, she said. It's not dense. I don't do dense. It deals with some serious issues but I make no apology for that.

I don't know whether it's a masterpiece or not. How can I judge? But I know that it's better than a lot of the crap out there. I should know, I've read enough of it. It's a real story with a front a middle and a back and it's very readable, not like some of this experimental stuff that wins Booker Prizes. Somebody somewhere will want to publish it. But where are they?

I suppose I'm looking for my own Arthur Adcock, the journalist who gave this man his break. What worries me most is that my book about the future will end up as a history book.

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