Most of the writers I know work every day, in obscurity and close to poverty, trying to say one thing well and true. Day in, day out, they labor to find their voice, to learn their trade, to understand nuance and pace. And then, facing a sea of rejections, they hear about something like Barbara Bush’s dog getting a book deal--from Timothy Egan's brilliant essay on Joe's endeavors for the New York Times.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Hey Joe? Blow me.
Everyone's favorite plumber is writing a book!