It’s That Time Again: Ask Me Some Shit
I swear, I’m not completely farking lazy.
Thing is, I’m just about out the door.
I would’ve written a post last night, but c’mon. I was full from dinner. And drinks. And I was watching The Wire, season three with the wife. And I was eating honey-lavender ice cream. C’mon. C’mon.
What I’m saying is, I don’t have time for a right proper post.
But you people love me. I know you do. You keep leaving me dead squirrels — sans head — on my doorstep. (That’s totally you, right? Fess up. I mean, “dead squirrel” does still equal “love,” right?)
Today, it’s an open forum. It’s chaos. It’s an empty chalkboard, and I’m handing you the chalk.
Fuck Formspring and alla that.
You want to ask me something, ask away.
I talk a lot about writing, so that’s a good place to start — if you have writing questions, I’ll see if I can’t tackle ‘em. But we won’t limit it to that. Anything in the world is fair game — just tack a question mark on the end of it and jam it up into the comment box. If it’s robust enough, it might end up as a blog post, but otherwise, I’ll try to answer everything.