No, it wasn’t breaking my website lastnight. It wasn’t my day-to-day screw-ups. It was typing in a new link for the sidebar. The IMDb link.
First let me say it is my desire to be a writer. I could say I am a writer. But am I? Okay, I’m a writer. Just at an early stage of evolution.
When I was in grade 2 my English was so terrible they were going to hold me back. I am a writer. In grade 7, I still couldn’t figure out which was a D and was a B. d b dbbdbbdbd bdb bdbbdddbb bdbbbd.
They look so similar. Can I be blamed. Well, over the years, I have gotten the d’s and b’s straight, until today. I had to type, re-type, re-type, re-type IMDb because I kept switching them around. Some things, never change.
I rather like the dash you put in Schmidt: Schmid-t. It makes me feel downright peppy.
I stole that from Gerry Hill some time ago when he called you Schmid-t.
I had good intentions to send you candy, but I haven’t yet. The candy, however, is sitting next to my computer on my desk. But I have to go and mail it somehow. Soon, I promise… kind of.
That Gerry.
Oh sure. By the time you get around to sending that candy, it will be ten times its size with the million dust bunnies stuck to it. Num num.
When to call yourself a writer? My writer friends and I discuss this one a lot. Especially, since you can still call yourself an emerging writer when you have one or two books out. Publications for beginning writers, like Spring, accept authors with one book, for instance.
When are you ever fully emerged?
And if you’re a journalist or copywriter by profession, are you a real writer? Copywriting isn’t exactly literary. It’s like high art, low art. Comics are low art, but a painting in a gallery is high art.
P.S. I sent you an e-mail, since you were wondering about who I am.