I found out about reviews early on. They're mostly written by sad men on bad afternoons. That's probably why I'm less angry than some writers who are so narcissistic they consider every line of every review even a thoughtful one as major treason.
I don't write under the ghost of Faulkner. I live in the same town and find...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair the rest is in the hands of God.
