Once More: With Feeling
Want a publishing contract? You could sit down for a year or three and write the great modern novel, then wring your hands in anguish while you stand in line for an agent and then a publisher. Really, though, all of that is quite a lot of work. Far easier to take the post-modern route: become an astronaut, strap on a diaper and take to the road. Galleycat has the details: I just can’t bring myself to repeat them.