Don't mail manuscript submissions to these addresses

I found these addresses in an old Writer's Market. They are old. If you write to any of these, you will get a "Return To Sender Address Unknown" stamp:
Jill Benjamin
Del Rey Books
200 E 50th Street
New York, NY 10022
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Creative Dimensions
818 Main St. Suite F
Pleasanton CA 94566
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The Overlook Press
149 Wooster St
New York, NY 10012
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Michael A. Denio
1420 W. Glen Ave
Peoria IL 61614

Writing

I wrote this some time ago:

There's no good reason for me to write anything monumental anymore. It's too hard to get a 120,000 word novel published by a company that actually has visibility and doesn't charge you. So it leaves me with much less to do during my bored moments. I've been stuck on one novel and doing different iterations on it, but now that publication seems more and more distant, and that my current epilogue is full of flat characters and thin plots, my interest in it is decreasing rapidly. Furthermore, I have no real motivation to write another novel, considering the brick wall I've encountered. Maybe I really don't have a knack for words. I find editing a novel more than 500 times tedious, painful and unnecessary. But publishers want that.

Writing

I just realized something about writing. You can write about your local area and people will believe it's anywhere if you do it write. For example, if you write about Southmoreland Park in Kansas City and call it "Central Park," telling people that you are actually writing about New York's Central Park, people who have never been to New York will be convinced that you are actually writing about New York, especially when your details involve things found anywhere, like hot dog vendors, kids and picnics. This may sound stupid, but the application of this concept can have staggering effects if done right.

Success

I am but a face amidst thousands of people. I am only another cog in the money making machine. My ideas aren't that original, my abilities aren't that great, or I would have gotten above the masses and made something of myself. I am also guilty of the sin of covetousness. I have coveted the fame and wealth of Stephen King, George Lucas and others. I will forget I wrote this, sadly enough.