Maybe your novel is the bee’s knees, the cat’s pajamas, the canine’s testicles (as they say in England). Fact remains, if you’re just a big ol’ douchey dickface, nobody’s going to want to touch you with a ten foot pole. This is an industry of people. You’re selling your novel, but your novel won’t even get in the door if you can’t muster cursory politeness and expected tact.
Why Your Novel Won’t Get Published
Never a truer word said. And as is often the case, it applies to many other situations. In fact, it applies to any situation you could possibly think of.
Unless you’re in banking, of course. Then it’s perfectly fine.
Quick update: Of course, this banking jibe is light-heartedly and not particularly interestingly aimed at all the horrible people who have caused all kinds of trouble across the world in the last couple of years. I have no beef with Mrs Jones (see notes), who no doubt does a fine job.
