Life is plenty complicated without writing. Life’s impossible without writing. You see, I’ve got tons of fiction here. Well, it be tons if I printed it out. I’ve been writing every day for decades now. Long past the limit Neal Stephenson once told me, the 100,000 words you throw out before calling yourself a writer. The problem is, life’s complicated. I happened into a New York City bookstore. On the same shelf paperbacks by the aforementioned Neal and Robert Repino. I know them both. I returned home and fired up the laptop. Hundreds of stories. Half a dozen novels. Amid all of this, just one story of mine that one small journal thought was worthy of actual ink. It won third place in a contest. There’s no way to count pre-computer writing. I was born before the advent of the household CPU. Before electronic calculators. We thought the TI-30 was a big deal,...
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