Also, it was The Atlantic, not Harper's, that welcomed beginning and intermediate writers with equal enthusiasm (none). Harper's instead advised: "Some magazines clothe their readers in opinion the way that Bloomingdale's clothes one for a night at the opera." Oh, Heaven forfend!
I went to B. Dalton and dropped 50 bucks on the 2004 Writer's Market, which this year is titled Writer's Market Online. This should not be the title of a book. I understand that they are drawing attention to the fact that buying the book licenses you to use their website. But the word "online" is a stark denial that you are hefting a 1000-page reference book in its 83rd edition. Only a delusional person could thumb through this thing thinking, "I am perusing Writer's Market-- online!"
I imagine I'll log on to the website once and find it to be about as handy as LiveJournal.
I have switched to an earlier schedule that requires me to get up at 6 AM. I am telling myself that 6 AM is just a number. Well, it is. It's a number that sucks. I squandered much of my early start by staring into space with my mouth open. Then I got on the freeway and almost dozed off at the wheel a number of times. But isn't it great to get to the office first? No. Nobody's there. Not even the coffee lady. But don't you want to get a jump on the day ahead? No.