A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Bookstore
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For years, I have employed a simple standard in the determination of my life's failure. Lack of publication. This fact, or measure, was demonstrable. It rose like hard laughter from a wooden ventriloquist's dummy. Unpublished. Unworthy. Undeniable.Until, the opposite became undeniable. A book, a publication date, a fact. Dance without Steps. My book. An event that any experienced author will tell you is always a mixed blessing, as drawn out as birth, and extremely inconclusive.What does it mean to Read more [...]