Off to meet a mate today whose daughter is an aspiring writer. His twelve-year-old writes short stories for school that are far, far better than anything I could ever write at that age. I think the school’s awarded her various prizes too. Looks like everyone is writing these days and getting there a lot faster than it took me. Oh well, it’s good for the general state of our civilization, I suppose, even if it means I’ll have some serious competition from the younger generation in five or so years from now. Curses! I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you pesky kids!
the new breed of author