Fiction | September 01, 2000
How to Become a Publicist
Jessica Francis Kane
Featured as an Editor’s Pick, August 30, 2010.
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In the Midwestern town where I grew up, my father us repainting my room blue and white, my favorite colors, just in case I come home. I try not to think about this. Instead I concentrate on getting a job as an editorial assistant, not knowing any other work for a young graduate to do in publishing in New York.
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