One critic just offered to introduce me to some brilliant writing groups who could teach me how to write ~ except she doesnt know where in the world I am nor how to reach me. But I dont understand. She claims to have bought my book. In my author bio, it plainly states where I live; and my Facebook fan page is linked to the end matter. Not only that: my professional email address is listed in the front matter. Tis a mystery, is it not? Hmm. Surely this wouldnt have anything to do with that little Troll dust-up on my wall last week ... Surely not! No! Anyway, I thank her for her tender concern, but clearly there is no hope for me. I am beyond schooling. After all, in college I studied with Derek Walcott and James Dickney! But even they, the greatest of masters, could not save me from myself, in spite of the fact that they each won the Nobel and the Pulitzer, respectively. At least she feels so badly for me she could cry ... And I take great comfort in knowing that. Sigh. Ill say again: Let the work speak for itself. ★ READ YOUR FREE SAMPLE CHARTER HERE ★
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 01:53:30 +0000
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