Funny isn't it, when I am accused by an antiquity collector of "lies and distortions" in my writing about portable antiquity issues, I'm a bad guy who deserves no respect; when I will not allow publishers to introduce lies and distortions into my writing because of bullying by poison pottery specialists, I'm a "toxic author" who deserves no respect. "Candice" has some advice for publishers, but what does he know about the business? I suspect the closest pretend blondie solicitor's secretaries from Bournemouth would get to the production of books is the "real-life romance" novel they would read in their lunch hour.
Vignette: metal detectorist's lunchtime reading
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