I’ve been a newsman, adman, critic and editor, and I’ve written reams upon reams of stuff, from reviews of rock records to flap copy on books; I have cashed checks from periodicals ranging from Playboy to Creem to Rolling Stone. I’ve also published my share of fiction (one story even Honorably Mentioned by Gardner Dozois!), so I live in the realms of both real and unreal.
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