Writers in my particular pitch group (for speculative fiction) workshopped their pitches with each other between meetings. Here is the first selfie of my life, shot in the mirrored wall. That’s Michael Neff back there at the table, helping a writer to polish her pitch. Why wasn’t I also working on mine? Because I was born ready, motherfucker.
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