Listen, writing isn’t magic. It isn’t some kind of innate talent that one either has or doesn’t — it’s just routine and ritual, habit and work. At least for me. I’m an infinite number of Borges monkeys, which makes it hard to find pants.
But you’re here for the free stuff, so here’s the deal:
I’m going to send one budding, current, or retired writer their very own black book in which to start their own true tale of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros, and because that first blank page is always intimidating I’m going to mark it up for you. No excuses, get to writing.
I’ll select one winner at random from the ones of answers I’m bound to receive. You can send me your answer as a comment below, but you’d be a sucker to do so and tip everybody off. The better option is to email your response to firstname.lastname@example.org, or DM me on twitter at @jamesostafford.
Here’s your puzzler: Who is this dude? (Hint: You can find the answer on this site. Happy hunting.)