…that you were born at the wrong time?
I’m reading The Chinatown Death Cloud Peril, which is about the guys who wrote the old pulp adventures of The Shadow and Doc Savage (among others), and I realize just how much fun it would be to write for the pulp magazines of the 20s and 30s.
Churning out ridiculously thrilling and action-packed stories month after month, with no other goal than to entertain Bobby Newsboy and Joe Factory-Worker, would have been right up my alley. And, I wouldn’t even care that I’d probably have to use a “house” name.
Like Archie Bunker said: “Those were the days.”