I’m really angry.
A friend of mine, Sally, is one of the most amazing writers I’ve ever read. Her poetry reduces me to tears. Her prose is like walking through a peony garden. Her reflections are as still and cool as a mountain pool.
Did you know that? Do you have any idea what a great writer she is? Of course not. Because 98.5% of what she’s written is unpublished, hidden in journals and text files on her computer.