Once, at a writer’s group meeting, I sat by a woman whose job it was to ferry out of town authors (a grand job, if ever there was one!). She and I got to speaking and she mentioned she’d escorted an author. She spoke his name in a tone that suggested I not ask the burning question (Sorry, who? I’venever heard of him),because only an il
literate wouldn’t know who he was.She then went on to tell me of his latest work and his editing process, which he retold as, “My editor sent the changes to the...
Published on March 23, 2016 07:18