John Scalzi wrote, “the fetishization of Robert Heinlein creeps me the fuck out.” Me, too. And let me explain precisely what I do, and don’t, mean by that.… First, this is what Heinlein means to me. I have read every single one of his novels. Including THAT one that gives you a sick feeling in […]
O that novel on my shelf by him who chose to block me, Who signed it o’er to my self, in belief that it would rock me, who called me friend and colleague then,… in the hopes I’d write some praise, with fine excerptable blurb, that might his royalties raise. But alas! Alack! That book […]
And another thing. A small thing, really. “I am among the finest writers working today.” Who the fuck even says that? Writers are permitted ego. You need ego to think that any silly shit that comes out of your head is worth the time and money of others. I have typed THE END to stories, […]