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Adventures in (eBook) Publishing
When I finished high school, my parents asked me what I wanted to do with my life.
“I want to be a writer”, I said.
They asked me: “So, what do people do who are aspiring writers?”
“Well, I said. Not much. They get drunk, do drugs or whatever. And write, I guess. “
“Ah”, they said.
For lack of better advice we decided that I should try my luck studying lingustics. At least that would allow me to steal some time to write, I thought.
Which is what I did. For years. Participated in writing circles, read stuff on poetry slam stages, scored a few publications here and there, but lived mostly from teaching language to teenagers whose company I preferred anytime to the self-described “artist”-types and would-be comedians, all waiting to be “discovered”.