I always find myself, trying to work through some new idea, or at least new to me, and that after all is said and done, the best that I can hope for right now is that I will be able to come up with something that would be worth reading.
that I could come up with something that would be worth getting paid for. the whole publishing industry seems to run, not by literary people, who are interest in developing new talent, but are interested in only the bottom line.
they are not interested I helping the writer find his voice while still learning his craft, not getting them the money that they need so that they can leave the job that is sucking the life right out of them. yet there are those who refuse to give up.
that they will hold on, and do whatever it takes to try and get themselves heard, yet it is all about the money, and it is all about me.
that I could come up with something that would be worth getting paid for. the whole publishing industry seems to run, not by literary people, who are interest in developing new talent, but are interested in only the bottom line.
they are not interested I helping the writer find his voice while still learning his craft, not getting them the money that they need so that they can leave the job that is sucking the life right out of them. yet there are those who refuse to give up.
that they will hold on, and do whatever it takes to try and get themselves heard, yet it is all about the money, and it is all about me.
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