For the nine millionth time, my mother has given my contact information to one of her friends who knows someone who knows someone who is writing or has written a book. She swears she will never do it again, and then just like most promises it somehow gets broken. The worst, by far, was about the twins, separated at birth, who meet again at a boxing championship. There was the guy with the book about license plates. There was the book about education reform and the memoir of a world traveler!! I’m aways polite, I always say: sure, send it. You never know! And the truth is: you never know. Anything could be something. It can come from anywhere. The real problem is when people who are not writers (meaning they haven’t spent hundreds of hours writing), sit down in front of a screen and believe they can write. And believe what they write should be published. And they know someone who knows someone who knows my mom and she pimps me out, again.
Who do you know? Or want to know?
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