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Not in The Way You Think

Lowen Baumgarten

24 Oct 2011 — 1 min read

I get to say that I'm a writer, but not in the way you think. The kind of writing I'm trying to do with this blog, with my unpublished stories, that doesn't pay the bills.

That's the dream, of course. To be one of the writers-in-residence at the Grotto. To read my stuff at the Make-Out Room. To end up on the shelves at Green Apple or City Lights someday.

But that's not what I've been pursuing. It turns out that I'm better at marketing and PR writing. So yes, I'm a professional writer, but for the man. It feels good to make money writing, but it feels awful to have lost touch with what brought me out here. This blog is a small step to get back on track.

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