Reality bites ...
In the form of an email from the University of Iowa Press, "I am writing to let you know that your manuscript will go into copyediting soon."
My first thought? Gee, I thought it was pretty clean after the, ah, fifth or sixth rewrite.
Which means I intend to cringe each time a word is misspelled. The Press follows the Chicago Manual of Style. As I told some friends, I know when writing clunks, wheezes, and defies logic, but, as far as I'm concerned, I hear the words Chicago and Style, and I think of pizza.
The next day followed up with news that "We have wrapped up the spring 2008 catalog and are now turning our attention to your project, and just this morning Holly asked me to think about venues where we might try to place either excerpts or other essays you've written."
Salon.com was mentioned as a connection. Granted, I have had two or three essays published there, but I've been rejected more times than accepted, most recently when I wrote a piece about Kervorkian being let out of prison to the adulation of his followers. I don't mind the creepy fellow getting out of the slammer. I simply think he is the poster boy for all that's wrong with the so-called right to die movement.
And so it seems that the memoir Formerly Known as Riding Lessons is on schedule for publication Fall 2008 at the University of Iowa Press.