What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared to what lies right to our faces.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Every year, like a wannabe-hipster, I sign up to write a novel in a month, or at least 50k words, and then by the second week I give up because I still don't know where to start. But I'm driving out to Iowa today, so I've got some time to think. I'm feeling vicious satire, but I could probably sell formula supermarket erotica (I haven't read any in twenty years, but how much could the formula have changed?). But would anyone pay to publish vicious satire of supermarket erotica? Tough call.