Today I was excited to receive a check for $1.50 from my New York agent. This check had flown 12,000 miles to land in my mailbox. To what did I owe such a massive windfall of royalties? Apparently some kind of court order, in which all the creditors of a now defunct New York publisher/packager got a piece of the company's "assets". My agent, the redoubtable Eleanor Wood, prefaced the cover letter (and I am sure that it cost more in her and her secretary's time, stationery and postage, to send it to me) with I know this is ridiculous, but.…
Well, I have to admit that this is the lowest royalty check ever to grace my mailbox. It certainly gives me pause....
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