The road to publication is a bumpy one. It is rough terrain racked with holes, icy patches and barriers. Along the way you will have many plates to spin: your job, your children and a MS to polish, to name a few. It is, without question, a tough old journey and requires a resilient, brave traveller with one destination in mind. Imagine Dorothy plucked from the yellow brick road by a flying monkey who drops her off the page and onto Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Landing on her rump, with her ruby slippers lying loose in the dust, she swallows hard at the approaching snow storm. But it is not snow rushing toward her; it is a storm of rejection letters. She grabs the slippers and hammers them together shouting: “There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home!” But the letters engulf her, slapping and cutting her delicate skin.