It has been noted by several of my friends that I may in fact be the single worst blogger on the world wide web. Having allowed over three months between my first entry and now this my second, I am clearly having trouble adjusting to the new order. When I was young, the goal of every aspiring writer was to move from working for free to getting a gig that paid by the word. So it is with more than a little discomfort that I find myself torturing over the phrasing of this blog entry for free. I know, I know, I know, I'm getting old.

Also, I'd like to say before I stop complaining that editors perform a highly underated function. They protect writers from their worst instincts. They catch egregious mistakes. They prevent us from publishing some alienating screed late at night that might end our careers. While it is amusing to imagine some of the boozy diatribes Hemingway, Faulkner, or Fitzgerald had locked up inside them, it was better for them that they never had access to a blog during their darker moments.

But me thinks I doth protest too much.

So onward and upward into the brave new world of publishing.