. . . it’s oddly more
satisfying than getting published yourself. It’s the literary equivalent of the
parental experience, perhaps: you have not only used your gift, you have passed
it on. You have exceeded the limitations of the self, started a ripple effect.
Butterfly, you flapped your wings, and sometime later a hurricane swept the
coast.
I’ve had this awesome pleasur...<![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>
Published on October 19, 2012 10:18