I’m tired of the debate about books vs. e-readers. I’m tired of the debate about self-publishing. I couldn’t care less if some fancy Brit despairs of savage Americans ever understanding the beauty of words. Today, I couldn’t fucking care less whether poetry is relevant. Ivory towers bore me. Use APA, or MLA, or don’t, I don’t fucking care.
What do I still care about? Last week I made someone’s day by telling her that the desire to rework and edit was what made her a real writer. Then I read her work, and it is rough, but really good. And she’s going to pay me to make it better.
Climate change. We are so fucking screwed. Our inability to deal with shit is astounding. Our national debates are run by image and lies. We’re fiddling while New York drowns. And yet I am going to get into a car today.
What do you want to smash today?