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my sister - bless her - is always trying to be helpful (although she described a super scary monster in my new story as 'probably looking like zippy from rainbow') and sent me an ad for forward press as she genuinely thought it would be a place i could Send Stuff To. i will chide her later, but for now i thought i'd share an extract of their immense generosity with you fine people:
"there's more to you than meets the eye. we all need a way to express our creativity, something different from day-to-day routine...something in life about which we can say: 'this is my Thing'.... if you're ready to show the world there's more to you than meets the eye, show it off a little - send us a couple of poems or short stories and we'll send you some more information about our vibrant writing community. send your thing to: my thing, forward press, 110 patronising bastard street, peterborough.'
translation - send your pathetic effort to us, let us ridicule you, then take money from you in various subscriptions so you can find out how to be a proper writer. if you're lucky, we might give you a little pat on the head for trying so hard.
receiving this ad was nearly as mortifying as when i got a writers' mag through the post - unasked for - that had a bloke with a beard and pipe on the cover, looking dreamily past the camera, presumably thinking about his latest marvellous story. no one ever owned up to having that sent to me, but this time i have the culprit... |
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