S'funny, anything can look professional if you cover it with enough highlighter and pen marks. (And a smudge from an escaped piece of onion.)
This is all apropos of nothing really. I just wanted to see if printing it out in Courier really did help. I think viewing it on the old Kindle helps more, honestly. Made notes, then immediately revised them as I rewrote it in Libre Office.
On that subject though... It's funny. People always like to talk about the 'gatekeepers' of the publishing world — although this is always directed at the Big Name Publishers and never at half the things I've read today, but half of those are a whole other rant I need to be a little more ... I dunno, comfortable with talking about.* One thing though, one little example of gatekeeping that I doubt most of the most vocal people even would notice, was a flash fiction submission criteria I was checking out on the off chance of retweeting it. I'm all for following the rules of submissions etc., font size, spacing. But when they specify you have to submit it in Garamond?
You have to submit your less-than-500 words in a font that is most commonly only bundled with Adobe (expensive) or Microsoft word-processing products. i.e. you've got to pay for them. Which rather screws you over if you never use Word. Or Apple products, since it's apparently bundled with that too — and it damn well should be, the price of 'em ... yeah, Word is probably much cheaper. Are most people really going to go digging around for one of what appears to be only two free versions?
Yes. Well. I did, but I don't like being told what I can't do. There's probably something psychological going on there as well, particularly given the whole quit writing thing.
* Getting there, but somehow it was easier to talk about it on Tumblr with one person, even though everyone else who chose to look could see, than it is here. Even though no one reads this and I'm just talking to myself. Weird, eh? I'd say there's something psychological going on there.
I also wrote this before the previous reference to psychology, so now you know my brain doesn't work in order too. Yay? Weebly tried to eat it. Was it trying to save me, or you?