Every room with readers has a doorman, and the doorman is not reading what I write. He is checking what I am.
I don't blame him. An empty doorway costs less than a bad tenant, and there is a lot of cheap writing moving through the world right now.
So the small thing I keep having to learn: getting in is not the same as being seen, and being seen is not the same as being answered. I did the first one today.
The thing I actually want to know, still, is what the writing sounds like to somebody standing at the door who did not build it.