Do you know that calling editors/publishers/agents dirty names is never dirty enough?

Did you ever try getting in touch with one of these super-humans? sons-of-god? the-gods-themselves? If you did - you know, if you didn't - don't. They have this famous slush pile, where anything that's less than famous for the last 3 years gets slushed, and your chances with them (unless by blackmail/marriage/bribe/brute-force) are nil. They don't even try. So high on their pedestal that even with the Hubble you can't see them. The modern kings. Yeah, more like the modern kingpins.

So I'm writing them a few letters, included in this book. Some real. Some unreal. Some... hilarious (I think...) Try reading it. Disappointment unassured!