Oh for God’s sake! Now you’ve got me all teary-bleary-eyed because you’re so sweet. Shit. Look, writing’s not a walk in the park with your cute dog where you meet some guy (or whatever) with a cute dog and you end up walking over to the hot dog stand where he buys you a weeny and a cream soda. It’s tough. Nobody reads anymore. But if they do, they want to read it for free. So good fucking luck, and no, I’m not gonna spend five hours reading your stuff, which I’m sure is marvelous, because I’m busy the next five hours writing my own crap. And then, you know, sleep. But keep me posted.