Becoming a writer is totally nutty these days. The magic word for traditional publishing is "love it" and if they don't "love it" forget it. I keep telling myself, Melville was rejected 50 times and paper the walls and all the cliches but, ouch!
Then there is the morphin' universe of new publishing on the net, the burgeoning global neural evolutionary logosphere. Great but Where and for What?
So I write because I must. Nanowrimo or bust.
