My Dear JD,
The title of your diatribe put me in mind of a brilliant writer I know. Thanks for wasting no time in dispelling that notion. You got here the same way the rest of us did…you’re no better…I guess you could be worse.
You, sir, are arrogant drivel, and the picture, that you apparently could not tear your eyes away from, is of a woman, not a man; a mother, in fact. You may have deduced this yourself, had you but read, rather than scanned, the piece. Perhaps, though, you are still in the picture book phase, choosing to peruse rather than read…and that’s ok, but, you should still seek context. You’ll get more out of the pictures that way.
I am “40ish”, with a goal to be “50ish”, one day in the not too distant future, and since you read me I’m assuming you’ve realized, by now, that I am published. Given that we obviously reside on two very different planes, despite your stated geographic proximity, I hesitate to guess what you would consider “serious meat”. I would suggest, if you are truly interested, that you go back and read. You may decide for yourself. And, it isn’t necessary that you share your conclusions, I am secure, and somewhat comforted, by the fact that we will not see eye to eye.
You needn’t have shared your living on a cusp. I assumed as much very early on, as you presented prose without pictures, leaving me no option other than to read, and digest, your inanity. Judging from your description, I think it fair to say you may have found your niche.
The morphine explains a lot. Might I suggest you collect a few more chips before you waste any more time “reading” and/or writing? While it is true that some of the world’s most prolific and profound authors struggled to hold their pens upright as they created out of a chemical induced haze, it is also true that they enjoyed talent, untainted, and perhaps enhanced by, insanity. You, sir, may not be of that ilk.
I worry about very little, as I consider it a past-time affording little, or no, return, and, you, my pain-wracked detractor, are but a blip on my radar. As for being “too busy”, you caught me at a good time. I am rarely “busy” at 6:00 am, on a weekend morning. I rose with a desire to write, but, sadly, a lack of motivation or subject matter. You provided me with both, and, for that, I thank you.
Very truly yours,
S.
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