Children, To Be Illustrious Is Sad.

I Liked The Kid Who Wrote Me That He Had To Do A Term Paper On A Modern Poet And He Was Doing Me Because, Though They Say You Have To Read Poems Twice, He Found He Could Handle Mine In One Try.

I Have A Plot, But Not Much Happens.

This Constitutional Republic Called America Is An Historic Aberration. Any Honest Student Of History Will Note That The Prevailing Socio-economic System Is Feudalism, Where A Tiny Minority Control The Vast Majority Of Wealth, Power, And Resources. In Doing So, They Have Absolute Control Over The 99% Of The Population. Power Equals Control.

That So Much Of Our Experience, Or The Stereotype Which Passes For It Should Be Dealt With By Means Of The Short Story Is Perhaps A Symptom Not Unnoticeable Elsewhere In The Public Domain Of An Unlovely Cynicism About Human Character.

Writing Is Like The Relationship With Your Bowels. First You Can, Then You Can't. Finally, You Must. Only Then Should You Reach For The Paper.