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beamjockey) wrote2011-02-23 06:26 pm
beamjockey) wrote2011-02-23 06:26 pm
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Friday Afternoon at the Blurb Factory
While browsing books recently I experienced a moment of pathos.
Jerry Corrigan was kind enough to hold up the paperback in question as I snapped a shot.
Return with me now, across space and time, to the DAW Books offices. It is 1981. We move down the corridor to the office of the Blurb Writer. It is littered with manuscripts.
It is Friday afternoon. The Blurb Writer is tired. It has been a rough week.
On the desk is the first novel of one Drew Mendelson, a science fiction story called Pilgrimage.
In the Blurb Writer's typewriter is a blank sheet of paper. The Blurb Writer begins to type.
The Blurb Writer just does not care any more.
Jerry Corrigan was kind enough to hold up the paperback in question as I snapped a shot.
Return with me now, across space and time, to the DAW Books offices. It is 1981. We move down the corridor to the office of the Blurb Writer. It is littered with manuscripts.
It is Friday afternoon. The Blurb Writer is tired. It has been a rough week.
On the desk is the first novel of one Drew Mendelson, a science fiction story called Pilgrimage.
In the Blurb Writer's typewriter is a blank sheet of paper. The Blurb Writer begins to type.
A future concept you never read before!
The Blurb Writer just does not care any more.