I’ve Come to Terms With Being a ‘Slacky’ Writer. Here’s Why.

It might not be why you think.

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I used to be one of them.

You know, the writers who slave their lives away pitching to every publication under the sun, spend every ounce of spare time hawking the Twitterverse in hopes of gaining a leg up on a shot at writing for Slate or Slant or Sideways (The last one is probably a real magazine…