Bitches Don’t Know About Paula Deen’s Diabeedus
"Hey, y'all! Sorry, I didn't realize that deep-fried butter-stuffed meatballs with a pina-colada-pork-cracklings-crunch exterior dipped in a whiskey-chocolate Dr. Pepper dipping sauce would or could ever give someone like me the diabetes! Oops, y'all! Sorry. Please enjoy my new Paula Deen whipped-cream flavored insulin poppers!"
Toxic Tempers And Fevered Egos In Publishing
As of late, we've seen a lot of hoo-ha and fol-de-rol about "legacy" publishing and self-publishing. You know what? Hell with 'em. Stop listening. Stop paying attention. Stop shining lights in dark corners. Let the cults tend to their leaders. Let the Jonestowns grow more insular and paranoid and leave them to their invective.
Writers Are The 99%
Writers -- and, frankly, other creatives -- should realize they're part of the 99%. And they should act on that realization. Why? Because unless you're Stephen King, a big-time screenwriter, or Snooki, then the one-percent -- corporations in particular -- doesn't give trash-truck full of donkey crap about you. How do you rebel against marginalization?
The Publishing Cart Before The Storytelling Horse
Self-published authors don't like to be dissed by the traditionally-published and the reverse remains true. Nobody's got a lock on the truth. Nobody's got their thumb on the pulse of the future (despite how much they love to trumpet their own oracular insight). The sky isn't falling -- the ground is merely shifting beneath our feet.
Nine-Eleven
Remembering is good, though. Celebration isn't, but that's up to us not to turn this into some kind of crass holiday. Point being, I wasn't going to write anything. And yet, here I am, barking into the void. You want to know what I remember about 9/11? Here's what I remember.
