What if a loud, rude, obnoxious boy named Arthur woke up one morning to find that he had turned into the slowest, most peaceful animal of all—a turtle? I wrote up the story, showed it to Mark, and he agreed to illustrate it. We called it The Great Fourth of July Turtle Race.
Mark got to work, and soon we had sample illustrations to go with the manuscript. I looked up children’s publishers in a wondrous guide to getting published called Writer’s Market, and we began submitting.
Nothing happened.
Well, something happened: publishers said no, over and over again. I couldn’t understand it. If only I could talk to the editors we were submitting to, tell them how good the story was, and possibly shake them by the lapels. I was sure I could convince them.
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