Rubbing Elbows

Rubbing ElbowsA 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...