...is a word I love. Every time I see or hear it, which for writers is often enough, I picture the guard shack at the mining company here. It's not a shack, but a respectable looking building, at least from the outside. I've never been inside. Whenever I drive by I stare at the window, hoping to see who's watching, but I only ever see a reflection of me and my vehicle. But someone is always watching. That much I know.
Needless to say, I thought of the guard shack this morning when I read this post on Bookslut, which gives "some ruthlessly pragmatic suggestions" to female writers on getting published and reviewed.