The guy who tried to pay his electric bill with a drawing of a spider is back, this time complaining about his experiences with book publishers.
Penguin represent my first book but my marketing person there is a small angry Asian woman who yells a lot so I have her number blocked. One might suggest marketing consists of more than the author tweeting links to his book every fifteen minutes but one would be wrong. And ungrateful. And should tweet more. We haven’t spoken since she accused me of stealing a three-foot cardboard cut-out penguin from her office the last time I was there.
Incidentally, Penguin employ a similar system to ICM in regards to calculating royalties – except instead of a keyboard and squirrels, they throw a calculator into an empty box and jiggle it a bit. This is after thirty-six meetings regarding what kind of box to use, three-hundred emails discussing who will do the jiggling, and a six month delay due to pigeons, or hats, or static electricity.