Vanishing from Delta Finituum, manuscript, boxed and ready for the snail-mail circuit.
Fugit walked back to his truck with the spring air crisp on his cheeks, an odd sensation for Spring in Florida. The fate of “Vanishing from Delta Finituum” is out of his control, at least for now. It’s been prepared, packaged, and shipped. He balked when first learning that the submission process for this particular publisher required a hard-copy. A what?! But now, with the process behind him, he thinks differently of the venerable process.