Pub

It's an interesting sensation that I sorely missed from high school. Having your words printed not in the permanent ink of the internet but in the old-school style that Ben (Frank really) used to practice.

It's not a bar though. Or better yet it is a bar that you need to meet.

So writers write, most times, to be read. They slave away at sentence construction and word choice and grammar and other persnickety little details attempting perfection. That's not to say that everyone who touches finger to keyboard is in trapped in a permanent attempt to write Ulysses. In fact, I'd venture to say that the people who are published in the NYT best sellers know that 6 out of 10 times they have done just that. Sold themselves out in the best possible fashion shooting for a now true and tried mix of sexiness, scandal, new york and pseudo science to write a book that provides readability.

It's reminiscent of coors.

But some writers do write. Not dribble and not the quasi-intelligible writing that I often put forth as esoteric though I assure you my attempts are typically heartfelt.

Then they write letters - emails these days - and attach their work in hopes of getting a congratulations. It's college acceptance all over again but instead of a promising future you get affirmation for the present.

lished.