If all the people I know could reach one consensus, 2007 was a pretty lousy year. So much going on in the world, not to mention the publishing industry, is bad, bad, bad. We couldn’t even close the 12 months without an assassination to tear the victim’s homeland apart.
It’s enough to make folks wonder, where do I belong in all this? At least it made me ask myself that. In the last year, I find this blog has ventured far afield of what I originally intended for it–commentary on the publishing industry interspersed with insights on other matters. I can’t remember the last time, apart from earlier this morning, that I wrote anything that would help young writers get published or help more advanced writers hone their craft.
So in this new year I am going back to that old me that had plenty of advice, inspiration and wisdom for writers (at least that’s what my aging brain remembers). I’ll leave the commentary on Todd Bridges and La Lohan to those who actually know what they are talking about.
Happy New Year to you. It’s good to be back!
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