I Am A Better Writer For Having

But That Incessant Drive To Be Out There In The Literary Universe That Was Important To Me When I Was In My Twenties, Like Going To A Paris Review Party Or Whatever, That Seems Totally Irrelevant Now.

The Great Recession Is Not Imaginary, And The Effects Loom Large. There Was An Article In The Nyt About The Galloping Death Rate Among White Men In Middle Age. Higher Than Among Any Other Demographic, Etc. Mostly Death By Drugs, Alcohol, Or Suicide. Many Of Them Rural. My Feeling Is That It's Many People Who Haven't Been Able To Get Back Into The Work Force. Reg Morse Is An Example Of The Problem.

Sadness Is Simply Something To Be Treated With Antidepressant Meds And Otherwise Need Not Be Spoken Of.

I Don't Know Exactly How Long The Book As We Know It Will Exist, But I Fully Expect To Make It To My Death Without Having To Give Up On Books.

Impotence, Fetishism, Bisexuality, And Bondage Are All Facts Of Life, And Our Fiction Should Reflect That.