Leave. It. Alone.

Let the writer breathe.

Please, unplug the oxygen machine that sucks out all the oxygen from the rooms of writers before we asphyxiate ourselves with the misguided notion that we ourselves and what we do is sacred beyond the mitigation of what words we use and how we use them because we are so damned important.

We’re not. We’re not.

And either is everything we write.

So, who gets to fact check every slush bucket in the universe with Mrs. Morals Literary Rules and Her Bible Study Class.

Leave it to the writers themselves to ruin the Medium.

Two tired old categories. It has to be one or the other.

They say: think outside the box. I say: burn the boxes to the motherfucking ground.