I sent you the only copy of my 3897 page fantasy novel that in no way resembles anything written by Tolkien. Where’s my big fat check?
A. Ok, first off, never ever give your only copy of anything to anyone, not even your mom. It’s the 21st century, and that big humming box on your desk that lets you download music and play Spider Solitaire will also make endless copies of your manuscript files. Unless you don’t have a computer yet and are pounding away on your mom’s old Smith-Corona typewriter, which in that case, you aren’t reading this anyway. But everyone else – go back up your writing. Do it now. That said, sadly, we cannot accept unsolicited manuscripts. We know how crummy that is, we’re writers too, and we know what it’s like out there. But we’re also scared of getting buried in manuscripts that we don’t have time to read.
