I’m Done Writing Novels

I was so desperate to be the writer I imagined I should be, that I didn’t recognize the writer I already was.

Pixabay

once mailed a 600 page manuscript directly to Tor Books. I printed the carefully numbered pages on a dot matrix printer, tucked it neatly into a cardboard mailer (along with my SASE), and sent it to a long-suffering editor whose assistant (I’m assuming) threw it on the slush pile where it never again saw the…