Deep appreciation to EW Sandlin for a candid and honest review, and for the many hours of fine conversation, in person and online. Time well spent, and a friend (of sorts) worth having. Chatterboxiness notwithstanding. 😉
I sat in the morning sunlight and ran a thumb over the edges of the small paperback’s pages. On the fly leaf, a personal message made me smile, because I know the person who created this book. How magical a book is–an entire world encapsulated between the covers, the product of a complex neural network and something even less tangible. These thoughts, naturally, led me into a consideration of how we value the creative work of writers in the current milieu, and the tension between our cultural love of “Free” and the ascription of value.
One Must Earn the Price of Bread
Don’t get me wrong, I love free things, especially books. I’m in a place where I have to carefully choose between the many books I would like to purchase and make every penny count, because unfortunately, I am also a starving writer. But my story isn’t important at…
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