One Fine Day A Predatory

Truth Is Singular. Its 'versions' Are Mistruths.

I Got A Rejection Letter From An Editor At Harpercollins, Who Included A Report From His Professional Reader. This Report Shredded My First-born Novel, Laughed At My Phrasing, Twirled My Lacy Pretensions Around And Gobbed Into The Seething Mosh Pit Of My Stolen Clichés. As I Read The Report, The World Became Very Quiet And Stopped Rotating. What Poisoned Me Was The Fact That The Report's Criticisms Were All Absolutely True. The Sound Of My Landlady Digging In The Garden Got The World Moving Again. I Slipped The Letter Into The Trash... Knowing I'd Remember Every Word.

I Am, Emphatically. Mental Illness Triggered By Xperimental Error.

There's A Link Between Bigotry And Bad Spelling.

Maybe Then You Comprehend, Speaking One Language Only Is A Prison!