Obviously I’m suffering from a traumatic psychological block because that’s the only reasonable explanation as to why I left “children” off my list. Some things are just too terrifying to even write about.
You just diagnosed me. Thank you. It’s comforting to finally have a “name” for it (I Hate This And I’m Scared Of It). Though I would personally request we change the name to “Exceedingly Well-Adjusted. You Shutup!”
Okay — you have my attention. Since I won’t be in RI soon (Live Bait sounds both terrifying and very cool btw), have you written about this stuff lately? You’ll have to forgive me for having no idea what I’ve missed since I’ve been living under a pile of dirty laundry for, well, a good portion of 2018.
And thank you Quasi— it’s good to be back. I have much to catch up on!
Ya know, I feel sort of silly admitting it now but, the one thing I haven’t tried, is clicking my heels together three times while screaming at the top of my lungs, “GIMME A GAWDAMN BOOK DEAL (WITH A REASONABLE FIRST-TIME BOOK ADVANCE FROM A REPUTABLE PUBLISHING HOUSE) ALREADY… Please!!” Is that what you meant?