Monday, 16 March 2009


Just a thought. I get sent – not a lot, but some – writing, and most of it is not very good and that seems to be the resigned assumption among publishing folk, that one’s exposed to the earnest and untalented and what a thankless chore this is; but really, to be sent poems and stories by complete strangers – there are worse things to be here for.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You say the nicest things sometimes. And isn't spring a marvel? The force that through the green fuse drives the flower -- and all that.