I was walking around my town with a book, looking for a good home for this much beloved work that had been lovingly bound by time and words and pictures. I finally came upon the magic portal that would perhaps lead me to the destination I so greatly desired– publication. The Publishing Land that stretched before me was a minefield and I, just a hop before square one, observed, "Gee, this is a whole lot less exciting than I thought. There seems to be a lot of squares for waiting, and the coffee isn't even free."
P.S. The meeting I had today went really well ;)