2014.
February 25th, 2010“Oh God, oh crap!” he yelled, and threw the book across the room, knocking a tattered sock monkey off the television set. “I can’t believe I fell for another one of these oh-pity-me-the-suffering-writer stories. Is there anything more pathetic than reading a book by a writer who obviously has been published describing the suffering of an unpublished writer, nonetheless his internal suffering as he struggles to find his voice? I mean, who gives a shit? What are the struggles this dork next to somebody who actually works all day, like a coal miner or a grape picker?”