"The first story I sold to the Saturday Evening Post, I came home from work, and I had an upright piano inside the front door, and on the music stand of the piano, with a candle on either side of it, was a check for $1,500. General Electric was then paying me $5,000 a year. I had a wife and two kids. My goodness, I thought, this is interesting. Then television, with no malice whatsoever--just a better buy for advertisers--knocked the magazines out of business."Hear that? I doubt that our best efforts could bring back the golden age of magazines, but that quote should make aspiring writers squirm a little as they settle down to watch the Sopranos.
Let's pick a date.