A Gulf Coast organization invited arts writers to submit something related to critical writing/publishing at this time of paperless reading; the announcement was clear in its intention to encourage young writers. I sent an article I'd written way back in the 20th century for The Bridge Quarterly, an actual arts newspaper, meaning it but also meaning it as a joke --- my being anything but young --- but as a serious and meaningful joke, especially since the juror had been the editor of a respected Houston magazine I'd contributed to for years "way back when." Need I say it wasn't accepted? But its lessons still make sense to me, and I share them with you below.
Some people are outstanding in their field. I sit.