The Last Page

The Last Page

Ten years ago, I signed my first contract for a book in the middle-grade fiction category—a Bobbsey Twins mystery about sunken treasure. For the treasure, I devised a gold Aztec statuette—priceless, potent, and ruthlessly pilfered. After the Bobbseys cracked the case, the statuette would make a heralded return to a Mexican museum. I turned in the book outline. According to the editors, everything worked fine except my choice of treasure, which was, horror of horrors, “educational.” They wanted something “fun” for girls (the primary readers)—like jewelry. So I changed my Aztec statuette into a jeweled tiara and canned the museum.

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