Sarah Storm

…as with the common dictionary. She didn’t actually read my book closely, but she pretended she did. One of the joys of sharing one’s art with the world is the inevitability that it will be discovered by a fucking idiot who knows how to type.

Details have been changed to protect those who are not innocent, but who might prove to be a pain in my ass if I didn’t.

I should stop doing that. I will stop doing that. I can’t afford to keep it up. To spend like you’ve got it when you don’t have it is to lie to yourself. It’s not really about the artisanal this or the handcrafted hippie organic that. It’s about the unt…