Belle Starr
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

I typed my first novel on a Selectric and edited it by cutting and pasting. When I got stuck writing, I walked out the dirt road into the forest, without a phone. I copied the novel at Kinko’s and mailed it to my publisher. Later I met a friend in a local restaurant to celebrate. Then I went home and wrote some more. That was 28 years ago. WTF? I’m sending this to a dozen or so good friends — in the time it will take me to have three more sips of coffee. I wish it was 28 years ago — or that I had the willpower to never go on-line again. We do all know — right? — that the way information is delivered on the internet is a drug as powerful as cocaine or gambling.

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    Belle Starr

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