The Writer’s Market is to aspiring writers what seed catalogs are to aspiring gardeners-something to drool over and think about and have long, usually unrealistic, fantasies about. I bought my first Writer’s Market when I was in high school, submitted my first short stories and poems as quickly as I could roll them out of my old manual typewriter. What a lovely sound those keys made as they slapped the paper. I miss that once in a while. I soon moved up to an electric typewriter. I still refer to the Return key and get blank stares from people who…
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Here we go again
I have started and deleted a couple of blogs now. There is an odd kind of satisfaction that comes from writing something and then making it go away. It’s that feeling all writers share. In the good old days this was best expressed with a wastepaper basket surrounded by crumpled paper. Of course, no one write on a manual typewriter any more, do they? Well, if they do, is it at all likely that they read blogs in their spare time? Anyway, here I am, at the start again. A clean slate, a blank book waiting to be filled. It…