Selling the product of writing. |
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The Hard PartThe hard part isn’t the writingThat comes easy, like dinner when you know someone else will pick up the check The hard part is where the hard part always is The hard part is selling, getting someone interested enough in the shoes you cobble or the nuts and bolts or words, to pay you for them Shoes and nuts and bolts and words are product Stuff that slides off the line and needs a home, peddler’s work Market forces intercede in good times and bad, a million people sewing leather, ten million more pulling punch-presses and stringing words together, properly spelt You got product, you gotta move it Don’t tell me if it’s good, don’t tell me how you sweat, tell me the hard part, if it will sell |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |