Last week, I reached into my huge pile of old correspondence from bygone days when I was looking for an agent and/or publisher instead of putting my books out directly, which led to a re-posting of some ancient (and extremely extensive) correspondence from David H. Morgan, a literary agent and editor who is now, apparently, associated with the University of Richmond. In this correspondence Mr. Morgan explained that, to conserve paper, he was recycling rejected disposable manuscripts by using the clean side for his letter, a fact that generated a bit of interest (Mango Momma: “I want to see what’s on the back of that rejection letter.”) So here we go!
| The Front Side | The Back Side |
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 How did the NSA find out classified information? Probably because they’re the NSA. |
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 I have no idea what’s going on here. Genetically engineered ostrich eggs, maybe. |
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 Eventually, J.D. did give up on homesteading, and decided to become a doctor. |
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 This would appear to be Camelot ported to a corporate setting. Uther soundsexactly the way one would expect a corporate toady to sound when confronted with a bone chip, mucus, and ichor-oozing concave-faced witch. Or an angry group of stockholders. At least they pay good wages, though. |
Viscosity 
#1 – WTF is a Dernique
#2 – I’m getting hungry
#3 – “I am not an animal!”
#4 – What kind of idiot would leave mum’s I.D. amulet with somebody named Gwen? Very irresponsible.
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Saved from a vampire in a church? Joe doesn’t sound quite right… I think I heard “Born Free” playing in the background when J.D. ran across his land. I think Arthur did more with that mushroom that hold it in his palm. 0.o
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