Rubbing Elbows
January, 2006
A middle-aged woman approached a table that had been set aside for writers at a Manhattan restaurant."How I yearn to be a writer," she said.The playwright Jack Richardson asked pleasantly, "Do you have anything to say?"The woman was shaken by the question. She'd been in love with the idea of becoming a writer, the romance of it, but had never considered there might be more to it than that.Some writers have succeeded with little to say by having known how to say it grandly. Ot...
