Pub Rants

Relentlessly Nice

Sometimes I regret growing up in Missouri where I was relentlessly taught to be nice. It means that when I’m sitting across the table from a would-be writer at a writers’ conference who’s pitching me the most outlandish novel (you name it)/memoir-about-being-abducted-by-aliens/nonfiction-project-I-don’t-even-remotely-represent, I haven’t the heart to say that it… MORE

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