Welcome to the farm, today, where I’m leaning on my oak crook and feeling the gentle breeze in my hair and watching the lambs cavort.

Welcome to the farm, today, where I’m leaning on my oak crook and feeling the gentle breeze in my hair and watching the lambs cavort.
Some of you may remember how, approximately two years ago, several of us here started raising concerns about agents and literary agencies branching into publishing.
After last week’s non-post, I spent some time last night and this morning trying to figure out just what to write about in today’s post.