I am so not the computer whizz I used to be, sure we’ve all adapted quickly from the cranky keyboard of the AOL server that took forever and a day. But those days of the mouse finding the tools you need are long gone…

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I’m more miffed that melancholic, I’m sure even with my poor sight I will get a Apple Watch one day. Those superfluous buys they mean I made it somewhere, it’s quite the Meritocracy these days and I can’t imagine anything worse to us Vagabond writers

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Authorship hasn’t sailed smoothly for many years, I’d find myself very jealous when Winona Ryder’s Louisa May Alcott came home where her humble little royalty check was waiting for her. Now freelancers run the gauntlet over networking and fads, I watched an entire fiction genre be destroyed by a character that saw sweat beads as diamonds!! It was a beloved genre both rich and old and mysterious, now nothing more that a Graduation tie on an immortal’s wall!
But we never despair for literature and film reinvents itself again and again, we just wish there was more to our creed than either succeeding or failing a fad. We’re not like soccer stars and actors, our triumphs are not obvious and marked by a new film or play or contract or goal. Our triumph is marked by somebody else helping us to be triumphant by a book deal and that’s it. Our moment in the sun begins by a letter, ONE LETTER of acceptance, until then we chug out stories because sometimes it’s all we know what to do…

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