I
was working as copy chief at the Village
Voice in the 1980s. This meant, among other things, that I was the liaison
between editorial and production. I wanted someone to give me a token of my
authority, especially in my attempts to enforce writers’ deadlines. Instead, I
had to find that token myself. I no longer remember where this little gavel
came from, but it was exactly what I wanted. I waved it at recalcitrant writers
— who paid no attention most of the time. I’d have liked to have it larger (it's only five inches long), but
still, it had a graceful look on my desk.
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I’m
participating in the 17th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two
Writing Teachers. This is day 3 of the 31-day
challenge. It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a
community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to
slice about. Join in!
