Soon-to-be-published local author friend of mine: “It’s just not very good.”
Me: “But it’s coming out, right?”
SPLAFOM: “Yes, but not like I wanted it to.”
Me: “You could have put it out yourself.”
SPLAFOM: “No, then it would’ve been awful.”
Me: “But it would’ve been your kind of awful.”
SPLAFOM: “Yeah…but my kind of awful doesn’t pay the rent. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
So there’s that. It’s always weird to hear people panic about their impending releases, as though the thing were going to erase itself from existence between now and the time people start buying it. Somewhere along the line people forget not just that it’s still their baby, still their time, energy and words/sounds/images making their way into the world, but that they always will be. So SPLAFOM, if you’re reading this: your book is really good. So good I’m not even mentioning you by name. So shut up already.
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Elsewhere:
The Bears might as well have sat this one out. Seriously.
Full frontal reading continues uninterrupted.
Chicago blogs can be smart, useful, and generally excellent when they want to. . .
. . . but heavy metal is probably best left to the academics.
But those, of course, are just one man’s opinions. Actual results may vary.
Thank you as always for reading,
AMR
Chicago, IL / January 28, 2010
