How My Dream of Becoming a Novelist Led Me Astray

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

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I 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…