A few clients brought this story to my attention. My first thought was that it’s a wonder it doesn’t happen more often. Let’s face it, agents can be cunty and a lot of writers are…living on the edge. For a period of two months while I worked at Doubleday, I received packages in the mail (no return address) that contained effigies made of clay, buttons, sticks and what appeared to be human hair. I brought each one up to HR and was convinced that one day they would be bagged and presented as evidence in a trial where I am the one in a body bag. SOmetimes writers just show up without an appointment at the office with their manuscripts in hand. I’ve learned to just say thank you instead of reciting some hollow policy about not taking manuscripts because this person might be packing. I do not want to die in the line of duty.
Do you have a revenge fantasy?
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