Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre , mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
Chick at Writer's Center of Indiana booth: "You look like writers!"Me: "I'll be a writer when I've got a check stub in my hand."
I've had plenty of check stubs. (Very, very small ones) You're a writer. Lots of people who have gotten BIG check stubs (President pixiedust springs to mind) who couldn't write a grocery list.
I've gotten four checks, and I'm just an over-the-transom guy.Just print something out and drop it in the mail. Good things happen.
Smile when you call me a writer, pardner.
I have gotten lotsalittles - but candy bar money is not my idea of high living. Especially when a two ounce for a nickel Hershey bar is a buck ten for 1.87 ounces. Plus tax. Stranger
pax,I was speaking in a Heinleinesque sense.
You mean this shoe box full of rejection slips doesn't make me a writer? Well, shucky darns!
I still have the very first check that anyone ever sent me for something that I wrote. I never cashed it. It was for a hundred dollars, and it was signed by J. Orlin Grabbe.I'll be keeping that one, like I have for over ten years now.
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