I read somewhere in my Miss Snark travels that finding an agent is a writer's biggest hurdle. (In the comments, not the main body of the blog, of course.)
I wholly disagree. Finding an agent is a hurdle, a horrible, slippery, hurdle with jaws and mean nasty pointy teeth, okay, but the writer's biggest hurdle is WRITING. Getting better all the time.
Sometimes I think I'd love to get to the place where I can read something of mine five years later and not crumble in embarrassment. It's probably a good thing, though. Hopefully I'll be ninety-five, and stumble across something I wrote at ninety, and toss it away with a, "Oh, that was just an experiment. Was I ever that silly?"
Friday, October 20, 2006
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