...If you want to be published, you must cut off your legs.
And so that's what I did. Well, not quite. That's a bit of an exaggeration on my behalf. It actually went a little more like this...
Editor: Hunter's a great book and there's a fair bit of European interest in it.
Editor: Well...hmmm...it's still a little too long.
MLS: Too long?
Editor: Yes, I'm afraid so, and that was the reaction of all the publishers.
MLS: So how much are we looking at cutting?
MLS: *sips his Soho latte*
Editor: About 200 pages?
MLS: *sprays latte all over the cafe and into the street beyond*
Now, I've read about people crying over having to cut a couple of thousand words from their novel, or even a full chapter, but 47,000 of the little bastards is a challenge and a half. But it's done. Hunter is now the size of a normal book - 100,000 words. The drivel and a highly amusing, yet unnecessary, character have been removed. Hunter is now dark, gritty, brutal and bullshit-free.
I'll keep you updated when I receive the next round of bad news.
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