THE FOREST FOR THE TREES is about writing, publishing and what makes writers tick. This blog is dedicated to the self loathing that afflicts most writers. A community of like-minded malcontents gather here. I post less frequently now, but hopefully with as much vitriol. Please join in! Gluttons for punishment can scroll through the archives.
If I’ve learned one thing about writers, it’s this: we really are all alone. Thanks for reading. Love, Betsy
When I finally learned how to insert art, which I think I did with great aplomb, the April 3 post disappeared into the ether. If you won the contest, and everyone’s a winner here at The Forest for the Trees, send me your address at askbetsy@gmail.com and I’ll send you a pencil. I have to worn you, the pencils are a little old and the erasers are as hard as a witch’s tit.
Betsy Lerner 
what happened to the april 3rd post?
When I finally learned how to insert art, which I think I did with great aplomb, the April 3 post disappeared into the ether. If you won the contest, and everyone’s a winner here at The Forest for the Trees, send me your address at askbetsy@gmail.com and I’ll send you a pencil. I have to worn you, the pencils are a little old and the erasers are as hard as a witch’s tit.
I have one of those pencils from that time I visited the office. You’re right about the erasers but I cherish mine.
I’ve never felt a witch’s tit, but I’m glad mine are not hard.