Sometimes I feel like I am floating in a sea hanging on a life preserver. I am not alone. Everywhere I look there is another author floating by on a boat, raft, kayak, or yacht. We are all clambering to get to the land of readers. Some maliciously pushing each other off their vessels and others compassionately offering safety lines to the splashing victims.
Drowning is not an option.
Lost am I in the literary ocean.
